Take no horses on your next road trip by clicking on the CD Cover
..It wasn’t Holly’s idea to roll up in a Cadillac. Hell, Hank Williams died in the back seat of a Cadillac, Elvis should have died in the back seat of a Cadillac, Marilyn Monroe…well, I’m sure Ms. Monroe knew a thing or two about the back seat of a Cadillac. No, it wasn’t Holly’s idea at all—but she went along with it. And she may be soft spoken and unassuming, but when she leans into a tune, tilting her head to the side and, just so, whispers over the mandolin, or belts it out, you’ll see why that big Cadillac fits her like the Great Depression fit the Carter Family. Yes, yes, it’s that big American voice—a voice that’s been compared to Emmylou Harris and Michelle Shocked—a voice plush and decadent and wide, a voice that guzzles gas to the tune of eight miles to the gallon (or ten spikes to a rail), a voice with power steering and an automatic roof, a voice with a trunk big enough to hide a body in, a voice that—just like any self-respecting Cadillac—is going to grab your attention, coax you into the back seat, and drive you home.
