Easton’s textured, one-of-a-kind LPs run a low risk of being lost or tossed aside like so much jewel-cased rubbish, which-in addition to a rejuvenated love for painting-is why he made them in the first place.

Songs are not always what they seem; never confidently infer meanings of a lyric from a band’s bio . . .

Within a two-week span, Abbie Gardner recently found out she won both the John Lennon Songwriting Contest (in the Folk category) and also the Grand Prize in the American Songwriter Lyric Contest.

With White Lies for Dark Times, Ben Harper finds his genre-defying hybrid taking root in rockier plains—and that musical immediacy creates a tension that ratchets up his always on-point lyrics . . .

The concept album lives on in the less grandiose visions of indie rock auteurs Colin Meloy (The Decemberists), John Darnielle (Mountain Goats) and John Vanderslice . . .

The older one gets, the more one looks back at those years now gone. American Songwriter’s reached the ripe age of 25 and the best years are ahead. But as happy as turning 25 makes us, we decided to look back at all the songs we’ve found and loved since 1984, the year the magazine started . . .

Todd Snider—who admits at 42, “I still read Spin and listen to the Kings of Leon”—isn’t concerned with being cool.

Lenny Kravitz is a polarizing figure in rock music…

It’s an early Monday morning, and Moby, in Clark Kent glasses, is drinking green tea at the Sunset Towers, former home to much Hollywood royalty.