A Blue Moon for Daddy

I'm in despair, I hear it like a trumpet everywhere,
How can I tell myself that I couldn't care about,
My baby crying?

If you didn't get the memo the first time around, Bill Fox is a bad, bad man. His two albums, Shelter From The Smoke (1997) and Transit Byzantium (1998), seamlessly blend acoustic folk with country, pop, and hints of punk rock, but with an emotional honesty befitting Townes Van Zandt and Iris DeMent. In an era of hype machine ejaculate and self-congratulatory irony, Bill Fox offers a naked window into the human condition. To all the fathers who cannot be with their children, an Adios Lounge homage.



Dedicated with love to my daughter, Leilani. I think of you always.