ut of the dark woods of far northern Scandinavia comes one of the most authentic American folk songwriters I’ve heard. I’ll let Old Lost John tell you where his music comes from:
“Old leather bound books, seasoned wood, small birds, whispering winds and speaking trees, wounded hearts and weathered souls…”
He has a real name. Find it if you want. I’m looking forward to his US tour so I can tell him in person what I’ve told him by email many times: his music touches places in me I didn’t know were there, in ways I didn’t I know could be touched.
Nothing yet this year, but keep an eye on Old Lost John’s FAWM profile because if he posts anything, you want to hear it.