The line between folk and country can often seems almost neglibible, yet I love the former and loathe the latter. To me country always seems maudlin, whiny, and lacking the wry humor and deft melodies that make folk so enjoyable. The singer/guitarist/pianist/songwriter Inda Eaton falls pretty much squarely into the folk camp, though many of her songs have a definite indie-rock edge.
A little Bonnie Raitt, a little early-Jewel-minus-the-complaining, Inda's sound is spare and tight, the melodies perfect foils for the lyrics.
She started piano at six and at 9, and has, troubador style, played all over the world, coffeehouse-hopping through America, following the armed forces to Germany, and backpacking through Africa before a serious case of malaria sent her back to Casper, WY. In Casper, she sought out bluesman Spencer Bohren, scraped up enough cash to produce a demo, Songs About Butter, and now, six albums later, hasn't looked back. Tonight Inda is playing the Talkhouse at 8; tickets are $10 at the door.
[Image via Inda Eaton]
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