Lindsay and I were listening to Me Died Blue by Steven Delopoulos and talking about how he hasn’t “made it,” at least not yet, like some similar guitar-strumming artists (Norah Jones, Damien Rice). Then Lindsay made this comment:
“Yeah, but I could see thirty-somethings sipping wine and eating their pork fillets while they listen to him.”
Me: “And I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know that.”
These comments don’t do justice in the least to Steven Delopoulos, who is a thoughtful guitar virtuoso with a remarkable voice and delicious (poor word choice?) ethnic influences. He also seems to do his song-writing with the novel idea that guitars are good for more than rhythm.
However, I’m trying to gradually introduce more music content to the blog, even if I post a few non sequitors in the process. Here's to you, Mr. Delopoulos. I'm still hoping you'll recover that rollicking, flamenco Burlap to Cashmere vibe.