Music
Greg Freeman
Very well-read cowboy swings as if he has just seen God
You can easily imagine Greg Freeman as a muppet – that’s how wobbly he moves through his own songs. As 'Curtain' swings toward seven minutes, it sounds as if Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem have joined the company. But behind the slacker-like nonchalance of the alt-country musician from the far north of Vermont lies a literary world. Freeman’s lyrics are like neo-Gothic novels, usually in rock-'n-roll form, but sometimes also as tormented, Springsteen-esque ballads. While he moans and crows about striking firefighters and the year 1816, when a volcanic eruption caused a 'year without a summer', we keep stubbornly headbanging.
