“Out Little Song,” by Cindy Woolf:
Oh, Springfield … we’d be lying if we said we weren’t feeling a tad competitive these days, what with Ha Ha Tonka and Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin knocking our socks off. Now here comes Cindy Woolf, all sugar and molasses, putting her shapely Arkansas accent to work behind songs that Gillian Welch would gladly get stuck in a coal mine for. It’s humble folk music, but, as in the work of Laura Veirs or Josh Ritter, it earns its bread through the insights and clever turns in the lyrics. If only we could extend our urban sprawl 150 miles south.