This Circle Says It All

Dave Carroll stopped by our office about a month ago. I'd found his CD, "Flying With the Cows Again," in a discount rack some years back, drawn to the title and the cover with a cow and man in a field, both with Groucho 'staches. My brother Jake had been sporadically trying to hunt Carroll down since. The album (and especially the opening cut, 1931) have a dreaminess to it, a jazz sensibility in a pop setting that both work much better than such tags would suggest.

We'd finally held the thought long enough to trace Dave to a guitar store in Vermont he used to work at, and to track him down from there and here, now, was the legend-bearded, a little shy, a white guy with a nice cap, in his mid-30s and married not so long ago. He had no more clue what to say about his music than Jake had what to ask him about it. It was a pleasant if fruitless conversation, which perhaps was for the best given that the tape recorder somehow missed the whole thing. We did, though, find out Dave's got a new album in the works, which you'll hear about once we do. In the meantime, head over to NYPress.com to hear Carroll play 1931; you'll be glad you did.