Joel Alme. Pretty old school stuff. But one late night/early morning, as I was chain-smoking American Spirits, nursing a cheap whiskey bottle, and hating the advent of winter, Alme's album A Master of Ceremonies washed over me with all the strength and sadness I could have possibly hoped for. Visit his myspace here.
He is this year's answer to the charge that singer-songwriters are becoming irrelevant. You might as well say novels are becoming irrelevant.
"Have you ever loved a girl like that?"