It was dumping rain one night when I got a call that Mickey Ryan was playing an impromptu show with his buddy Kory Quinn from Portland at Cocina 7, a neighborhood taqueria in Southern Oregon. It was one of those nights - hard to leave the wood stove and the couch. Mickey said, “I think you’ll really dig Kory’s songs.” And he was right. The next day I invited them to the cabin and put a mic up in the room. Kory used to go to gigs via hitchhiking, and that’s how Mickey found him. We talked of the craft of songwriting, The Muses, and Kory shared his songs up close with Mickey picking dobro. Not only did I dig his songs, but his voice was disarming and full of no bullshit.
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