The Fat Angel Sings

The guitars sound like sparks off a campfire, as this Louisville singer-songwriter takes in the world around her: the dogs at the end of their leads, the birds migrating south, the crisp crackle in the air, summer slowly fading into a Midwestern autumn. “Fire warms and fire burns, now I’ve learned the cost of the cold.”

“Cost of the Cold” by Joan Shelley
From the 7″ release “Cost of the Cold” b/w “Here and Whole”
Available from No Quarter – http://www.noquarter.net