Today on Double Americana we're covering a sea shanty called, "Pay Me My Money Down." You see, we started a Kickstarter Campaign, (have we told you about this yet?) and were looking for folk songs dealing with money, and wouldn't you know it, there aren't all that many traditional folk tunes that deal with raising capital via crowdsourcing in order to independently release music to a techno-savvy audience who is increasingly indifferent to new folk music, and so we settled on

We're in Moab, UT at a semi-upscale Vietnamese inspired restaurant called 98 Center (yelp it, it's awesome.) Dim lights, delicious drink menu, and lots of vegetarian/gluten free options. We came here the night before as well, because when you live in a camper and boondock on a regular basis, you need electricity to power your devices, and we needed to get a little work done. And so, we ordered some dinner and drinks (vegan bahn mi sandwiches and some truly inspired bahn mi na

“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim or too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard travelling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing son

For as popular as this song is, we are a little surprised that we hadn't heard it in all our lives! This, friends, is why we need friends. This week on Double Americana, we are joined by our pals, Brian and Sheralyn Barnes, who live in a cool apartment in St. Paul and give us keys to said apartment to shower while we park in their street for a couple weeks. And when we asked them what song they would like to do with us, "Bury Me Beneath the Willow" was their reply. From Al

Our second week, and we are still going strong as ever! We took our pal, Paula, up on her request (as it was the first request we got!) and decided to learn and play "The Water is Wide." Mallory knew it from her choir days. Scott knew it from his mother's obsession with James Taylor. But even with its pervasiveness, Mallory still managed to confuse it halfway through each time with "Danny Boy" and then "Shenandoah." That's to say, we still have a bit of work to do with ou