[brief introduction by MG]
I told the people I knew, but it wasn't enough. Sometimes it isn't. Once in a while, I get so moved by something that I'm left with the nagging feeling that there is somebody, somewhere, who's searching for what I've just found. Recordings and live performances by Gillian Welch move me like that.
So do essays by Alec Wilkinson, whose writing I first saw in The New Yorker. After I read his recent New Yorker profile of Gillian Welch, "The Ghostly Ones," I thought of you and wondered if you'd seen it. I sent off a fax to the magazine's permissions department and wrote a letter to Alec Wilkinson in care of his book publisher, Houghton Mifflin. Soon an email came from Alec, giving Puremusic permission to reprint the article. We're thrilled to be able to do so, here.