I recently happened upon a new young singer, Thunder Jackson. His backstory would make a movie plot (at least from what I read on his biography). He escaped from Oklahoma to LA, with a plan to play his guitar/sing as he panhandled on street corners. “He was broke, hopeless, lost, and 19 years old.” He started singing along to the radio of a cab, and the front seat passenger turned out to be a music producer…and the rest is history. He does soul, falsetto, and bit of electronica. Here is a bit of his stuff:
S.O.S. (I fix, I fold, I try to break the mold. But really I, I wish I was more like you.)
This one can go all over the place. Guilt, parties, love, doctors, S.O.S., falsetto – or as always, share whatever is your thing. Thank you and thank you for your support of DeadSplinter and DUAN.