LP Review: "Sam Gleaves & Tyler Hughes" by Sam Gleaves & Tyler Hughes

Sam Gleaves & Tyler Hughes

In most contemporary Christmas time movies, the nuclear family always has children scattered around these United States.

The parents tend to live in the Midwest or the South. Their children have all moved across the country to live their lives.

Those movies tend to have great introduction scenes, because these (now adult) children aren't arriving at the same time in Bloomington, IL.

Sometimes they even have to rent cars to get to the snow covered ranch houses they grew up inside of.

So, we always learn about these kids. The standard trope is seeing them in their suits telling their office friends about how they have to get back to Montana for Christmas because Mom might not be around much longer. This goes on until they're all in the house.

The last child though...this one doesn't always arrive alone. Sometimes they bring a new friend....

Album Review: "Ain't We Brothers" by Sam Gleaves

Ain't We Brothers

Meet Sam Gleaves.

He hails from Appalachia.

It's not often that I do anything with people from this part of the country. They're not normally associated with my channels, but from time to time things happen, slip through, and here we are.

I can't say I normally listen to music with banjos.

I'm not really a KDHX listener, bluegrass doesn't tickle my fancy too much, but I stop and toss a few coins into the bucket when I see the old men at the local farmers' market playing...

Gleaves though isn't like the normal kinds of folks that most Americans would expect from this part of our country. He's gay and makes no bones about it.