Podcasts about waxahatchee's katie crutchfield

Let's hear it for gratitude & paying it forward! This episode Waxahatchee's Katie Crutchfield stops by to talk all things punk.  Listen in as Damian gets to sit down with one of his favourite songwriters only to find out about his own very small role in her punk journey! AGAIN, NOT TO BE MISSED!  Also, check out Waxahatchee's new album "Saint Cloud" coming March 27th on MERGE RECORDS. Also Touched On:  The joys of discovery in the Napster era  Growing up country  Loving the Velvet Underground and GBV Bikini Kill  The Raincoats Twin Powers The Birmingham Scene: a story in two parts  The difficulty finding a way into the punk scene “Everyone still wishes it was the Ackleys”  Hardcore message board toxicity    PS Eliot is born from rage “I’m a feminist because of the Bridge 9 Board” Sage words from Marley Fucked Up Doing it for the other people Fake Problems get big “We are going on tour now!” The end of MySpace Teenage Cool Kids Radiator Hospital & MUCH, MUCH MORE!!! BROUGHT TO YOU BY VANS

Interviews with two exceptional young singer-songwriters: Waxahatchee's Katie Crutchfield and Speedy Ortiz's Sadie Dupuis. Both artists discuss early musical influences, including, for Katie, the impact being an identical twin has had on her craft; for Sadie, how teaching songwriting to children opened up her own process.

Kevin Morby and Waxahatchee's Katie Crutchfield have just released covers of two songs by the late cult legend Jason Molina. One of the two tunes released today, the A-side, is among Molina's best-known songs, called "Farewell Transmission." The B-side is a lesser-known tune called "Dark Don't Hide It." In this conversation with All Songs Considered host Bob Boilen, Katie Crutchfield and Kevin Morby talk about what drew them to the music of Jason Molina, the challenges of covering his music and what it meant to dig deep into these songs.

Waxahatchee's Katie Crutchfield was tucked in a back room at Stubb's during SXSW on March 14.  She opened her 25-minute set with a string of fragile solo songs, each more delicate than the last. This was interior music, made of guts and nerves and other viscera we don't share easily.