a candle for her heart, a joint for her head
(or: august 26’s honey from the hive)
posted at 5:14 am by brandon in sweet you rock and sweet you roll
Shannon McNally — “The Worst Part of a Broken Heart”
(from Geronimo) —
McNally is my hands-down favorite singer-songwriter that you’ve never heard of — most seriously, her ferociously rendered full-length debut record Jukebox Sparrows continually gets my vote for album of this young century’s first decade — and I’m such an unyielding and conscientious fan that I just now, this moment, found out that a new project bearing Shannon’s name went on sale all the way the hell back in March. I failed miserably to convince A that a quick trip to Waterloo Records was in order last night — times like these are why I need Sherry Ann (who would have beaten me to the car!) to live here! — but rest assured that by the time you read this, I’ll have a copy of Western Ballad in my hot little hands. And in the meantime, I am enjoying, at full volume, an unsung classic from McNally’s magnificent second record.