Something happens to Brandi Carlile whenever she takes the stage in the Twin Cities. Her body relaxes under those glam-punk shoulder pads, her dimpled grin gets wider, she lets her hair down. She gets ...
I'm writing from the Texas Eagle. It's about 9 a.m., cloudy, and we have just stopped at Alton, Ill. I don't have an Internet connection but I do have in front of me a large leather-bound book called ...
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