Music: Tim Cushing – Telephone Lines
08.10.09
When I first encountered Tim Cushing, he seemed like – from his hat, to his shoes, to his strumming – the embodiment of a sweet ode to some troubadour folk past that New York just doesn’t have anymore, at least not in the same places (look at what the IRS is claiming Annie Leibowitz’ Greenwhich Village properties are valued at, and you’ll see how the times have certainly changed). From his first EP to his first LP Cushing has evolved quite a bit too. Imagine Daniel Johnston with a good picking band and minus those stifling ghosts that interfere with art. Cushing must have done something really good in his past, ’cause if he has ghosts, they are the good, driving kind. If you dig Bob Dylan, Violent Femmes, or The Moldy Peaches, Cushing would fit right along in that ‘genius list’.
