. . .he’d be David Wilcox.* Maybe that’s why this Raffi-raised girl needs some Wilcox in her musical diet. It’s sincere and quirky. Today’s favorite: That’s What the Lonely is For. (Yes, I am recommending a song whose title ends with a preposition. You know it’s a good song if it can tempt me to compromise like that.) Listen for free on his website. The back story is fun, too.
*Wilcox is occasionally inappropriate/just plain wrong, so this is in no way an endorsement of all his work. But there’s enough good in his music to warrant sorting out the occasional yuck.