Radney Foster

Radney Fosters latest album, For You to See the Stars, (Devils River Records, 2017) has been out for a good while now, and Ive listened to it so many times I know it verbatim.

This past Thursday night I spent another spellbound evening at Oklahoma City's Blue Door. Time spent at the “best listening room in Oklahoma” has become commonplace over the years, but tonight it was extra special watching the great Radney Foster.

At least on a per capita basis, the DC metro area must offer one of the highest levels of arts and cultural programming in the country. Remarkably, many of these can be enjoyed completely for free.

Its great Northwest sensibilities, its tales of people real and imagined, and its independent spirit felt like a piece of history I wish I had lived.

While the current tour - all one week of it - is on the short side time-wise, the music had not only length, but a lot of depth.

Two of the more telling moments from Radney Foster’s solo acoustic concert last night at Natasha’s came when he stripped a pair of original tunes that were hits for country star Keith Urban (Raining on Sunday and I’m In) down to elemental slices of folkish drama.

Radney Foster told fans that he came home from the University of the South one weekend early in his college career and told his parents in the wee hours of the morning that he wanted to quit college and head to Nashville to pursue a music career. His parents agreed...fortunately. Three decades later, that re