He Sang His Ass Off
Russell Thorburn writes of Send Dylan to the Country Ormson rips snow-driven chords hard on his Taylor acoustic, in Gummersound’s Marquette garage. The stove is heating up like his vocals, as a Dylan Thomas’ lower baritone jumps into the fray to describe a dog with a cigarette … humor for the pub. A step out the side door, winter is all smelly socks. Mrs. Henderson is there, and she’s willing…









