David Huckfelt Credit: Courtesy

David Huckfelt wrote his upcoming debut solo album, Stranger Angels, in two weeks, and it shows. Not in a rushed or unfinished sense, but in a sense of intimacy, cohesion and connection. Huckfelt, founding member of The Pines, sings with subdued vocals, romantic instrumentals, and an all-around dark atmosphere. Describing his music as “Transcendental Folk,” Huckfelt channels Leonard Cohen, acoustic psychedelia, and the natural world around him. The music video for the title track off Huckfelt’s new album is dedicated to the protectors and stewards of America’s national parks and wild placesโ€”the nighttime pastoral reminiscence certainly shines through.

Catch David Huckfelt’s album release show at Club Congress, 7 p.m. Saturday, Feb. 23.

Various Artists

I Listen to the Wind That Obliterates My Traces

A compilation of the human spirit of unnerving graceโ€ฆ Sea shanties, creek lullabies, songs of monumental tragedy personal and collective, Sunday-afternoon reels, a capella signifying, nursery rhymes, newspaper headlines with a pulseโ€ฆ Field recordings with no buffer โ€˜tween body and spirit, It ainโ€™t just cool โ€˜cause itโ€™s old; labels like Dust to Digital have the cumulative effect of throwing your iPhone in a river and kidnapping you out to a trailhead in the dark. Every single track is like a Zen koan for modern times: โ€œWho are you and who do you love?โ€ Cliff notes on how to remain vastly human, vulnerable as a shack in a storm.

John Trudell & Quiltman

Tribal Voice

I first heard the indomitable John Trudell at dawn on Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, a couple of miles from Wounded Knee, when my uncle put a pair of headphones on me while I was still half asleep. The song was โ€œCrazy Horseโ€, and the instant feeling was that I had been wrong, basically, about God for most of my life. John was a voice of unfathomable compassion sprouted like a natural wonder from a long line of ancestors who had weathered a severity of punishment from the United States of America that most of us couldnโ€™t comprehend. These songs are prayers with the edges untrimmed, shaman chants with clear eyes, music to keep the American Beast at bay. Dylan called this the record of the year in 1985, and it should be played in our schools every morning as a remedy for the national anthem. In a bizarre turn of events, I met John that very afternoon in Pine Ridge, and years later had the chance to write, record, and perform a song with him with my band The Pines. He titled it โ€œTime Dreamsโ€, and it was the last record he made before he left us for the spirit world; his voice remains.

Rainer

Alpaca Lips

Would never presume to tell Tucson about Rainer, the love this community feels for him radiates from the barrio like a pulse. But as far as records that changed my life, this one lives up high in the throne room, a work of overflowing compassion from a weaver of webs of balance. I heard this record in Iowa City through folk singer Greg Brown, and if the songs were in braille instead of music, you could still feel the tenderness in the bumps. โ€œFlashlightโ€, โ€œAll Done Inโ€, โ€œStory Tellerโ€, โ€œDonโ€™t Know Whyโ€, โ€œThe Good Bookโ€, itโ€™s unfathomable that all these song- prayers live on the same record, which Howe Gelb tells me close friends didnโ€™t even know existed til after it was done. Iโ€™ve heard it said the real tragedy of life is not that things are broken, but that they arenโ€™t mended. To that I would add, give Rainerโ€™s music a shot at it; sonic healing at itโ€™s finest.

Nina Simone

In Concert

Enough and more has been said about Nina Simone, but what happens when she inhabits โ€œPirate Jennyโ€ in this live performance record from 1964 resembles a lightning strike in an open field, a circle of grass left a barren, chalky silver. On the spectrum of tender to ferocious, this song amounts to a grizzly mauling. Her performances here enact a just revenge and scathing push back on the powers that be, flip the script, and pulls you out of your bed at night and onto the front lines of the Civil Rights Movement. She talks, you listen. Natural as breathing, songs of the full range of human emotion and vulnerability; better think hard before you ask the gypsy about your fate, in the hands of a master these songs will set you free, but not until theyโ€™re finished with you.

Various Artists

100 Great Poems by Classic Poets & Beatnik Freaks

This one speaks for itself… Adrian Louis, Jimmy Santiago Baca, Sylvia Plath, Whitman, Burroughs, Galway Kinnell, Ezra Pound… all in their own voice & poise. Turn off all the lights in your bedroom and play on repeat until you become utterly lost where the mind cannot find you…

Bonus Records:
โ€œNobody Knows the Trouble Iโ€™ve Beenโ€ – Spider John Koerner

โ€œWrecking Ballโ€ – Emmylou Harris

โ€œStruggleโ€ – Woody Guthrie

โ€œDrive Dull Care Away Vol I & II – Joe Hickerson

โ€œIda Con Snockโ€ – Michael Hurley

โ€œFurther Inโ€ – Greg Brown

โ€œKeep It To Yourselfโ€ – Erik Koskinen

โ€œHope at The Hideoutโ€ – Mavis Staples

โ€œStreet Legalโ€ – Bob Dylan

โ€œMississippi Records Samplerโ€ – Mississippi Records Portland

โ€œMule Variationsโ€ – Tom Waits

โ€œArt of Field Recording Vol Iโ€ – Art Rosenbaum

โ€œInto the Great Wide Openโ€ – Tom Petty

Bonus Songs:

Jesse Mae Hemphill – โ€œShake It Babyโ€

Roger Miller – โ€œWhat Are Those Things with the Big Black Wingsโ€

Big Red Machine – โ€œLylaโ€

Erik Koskinen – โ€œFirst Time In Yearsโ€

Tom Walbank – โ€œSix Black Maresโ€

Woody Guthrie – โ€œPastures of Plentyโ€

Bob Dylan – โ€œBorn In Timeโ€

Greg Brown – โ€œSlant Six Mindโ€

Dave Moore – โ€œOver My Shoulderโ€

Mavis Staples – โ€œEyes on the Prizeโ€

Emmylou Harris – โ€œMichaelangeloโ€

Iris Dement – โ€œOur Townโ€

Geeshie Wiley – โ€œLast Kind Wordsโ€

Doc Watson & Family – โ€œYour Long Journeyโ€

Trampled By Turtles – โ€œThe Middleโ€

Charlie Parr – โ€œCheap Wineโ€

Tom Waits – โ€œHold Onโ€

War On Drugs – โ€œSufferingโ€

Pieta Brown – โ€œSong for a Friendโ€

Calexico – โ€œGlowing Heart of the Worldโ€

Dock Boggs – โ€œPretty Pollyโ€