
This is an excerpt from the print edition of Dirty Linen #145 (January/February 2010).
The full article is in the magazine, available on newsstands, by subscription, and at the Dirty Linen webstore.

by Chris Kocher
| Tracy Grammer's home office is piled high with boxes, and she sees them there every
day when she's not on the road. Inside are various recordings, photos, videos, and notes
-- the unsorted chronicle of her six-year musical partnership with singer/songwriter Dave
Carter, who died in 2002. He was only 49.
Like taped-up cardboard time capsules, the boxes are reminders of an era that has passed and cannot come again, but also of a career and a loving bond both cut short. Although Grammer invokes Carter's legacy every time she steps onstage, performing his songs of mysticism and humor and stark beauty, she's put off dealing with those boxes -- too busy touring, making albums, keeping afloat, always moving. ... In the mid-1990s, Grammer co-founded a short-lived pop band called Juicy, but it wasn't until a new job took her to Portland, Oregon, that she felt she'd found her calling. In February 1996, a few weeks after her arrival there, she saw Dave Carter perform at a songwriter showcase. Carter, raised in Oklahoma and Texas, had worked as a computer programmer, but also was a spiritual seeker who had studied the mysteries of the human experience at the Institute of Transpersonal Psychology in Palo Alto, California. His songs, woven with dense wordplay and almost psychedelic images, sounded like a cross-pollination of country crooners, folk icon Bob Dylan, and Hero with a Thousand Faces author Joseph Campbell. He liked to describe his style as "post-modern mythic American folk music." |
This is an excerpt from the print edition of Dirty Linen #145 (January/February 2010).
The full article is in the magazine, available on newsstands, by subscription, and at the Dirty Linen webstore.
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