On the oddly warm winter day we meet, Lucy Logan is laid back, natural and straightforward. She wears no makeup. Behind her glasses, dark eyes leak a complex light, a great depth and an undertone  

For a while now, I've carried a knife. During my horse training years, knives were essential tools. Three times a day, hay bale twine had to be cut to feed the horses. Bare hands couldn't break twi  

It's easy to digress. Unavoidable when interviewing five creative musicians. Instantly, everyone becomes a Professional Interrupter. Reminds me of that "this is your brain on drugs" egg commerc  

As a small child, underneath the hair-like branches of a willow tree, I sometimes wrote poetry about horses or unrequited love. Other times, broken glass and death. Around age 9, terrified of my  

In 2001, in the shadowy, skinny Clifton bar called Arlin's, The Stapletons unloaded their van and busted into Rebecca Vie's old open mic night for their first gig. Back then, four "brothers" -  

In semi-olden times, not far, far away, in the land of Bethel, three musical sons were born to town. The first guitarist, Bill Bundy, rocked out of the womb wearing an Electric Six T-shirt, playin  

You can't help it. When a song gets you, it gets you. Maybe the words describe your father's eyes, your closest friend, the addiction you cannot shake. Perhaps it's the shy interlude, the shock  

A while back, The Comet bar's management constructed extra support beams in the basement. Seems that The Blue Rock Boys' music created enough crowd stomping to make the floor suffer. Always a go  

I love Bear Lake, even if I get a bloodsucker on my belly when the water's junky. We come here every summer. This is No. 9 of 10 vacation days, so me and Conner are out playing every last second.   

Bad Veins. Here's a case of two men, well-matched opposites, plus one electric lady. Literally. First, Benjamin Davis, 27. Davis is Bad Veins' lead vocalist, guitarist and synth player. Note: D