Artist: Gillian Welch
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #46 July-Aug 2003
Gillian Welch – Soul Journey
It may be that the greatest challenge an artist faces in the arc of a career is deciding when it’s time to change direction. The great ones seem to seize that moment. In the rock era, hallmarks remain the Beatles and Bob Dylan, both of whom established themselves as masters of a particular form but [...]
The Long Way Around - Feature from Issue #35 Sept-Oct 2001
Gillian Welch – Quicksilver Girl
Shortly after the lunch rush ends, Gillian Welch comes to breakfast, leaving David Rawlings home to sleep off the long drive from New York. She enters dripping wet — it is, briefly, monsoon season — and smiling. Nobody gives her a second glance, though the Pancake Pantry is one of the few places in Nashville [...]
Miked - Live Reviews from Issue #27 May-June 2000
Ani Difranco / Gillian Welch / Greg Brown – Massey Hall (Toronto, Ontario)
Just to prove the gods of concert promotion have a sense of mischief, consider the two shows competing for the public’s attention in Toronto on this night. At the cavernous SkyDome, Ricky Martin was shaking his bon-bon atop a vintage car in a gaudy, prefab spectacle. Mere blocks away at the century-old classical recital venue [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #17 Sept-Oct 1998
Gillian Welch – Hell Among The Yearlings
In a recent concert, Gillian Welch wryly noted that a fan had brought to her attention a fact about herself she had never considered. Namely, that as a writer she has two great themes: flowers and death. If pressed for two words to describe Welch’s latest offering, Hell Among The Yearlings, you could do worse [...]
The Long Way Around - Feature from Issue #4 Summer 1996
Gillian Welch – Orphan Girl of the Hollywood hills finds a high lonesome musical home in the heart of the Appalachians
Music critic Ann Marlowe once noted that Freakwater had cornered the market on child-death songs. Gillian Welch’s debut album, Revival, boasts only one dead baby song; nonetheless, her breathtakingly austere evocations of rural culture, though not as attentive to politics of gender and class, bear more than a passing resemblance to those of principal Freakwater [...]
