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Here’s a voice with a grain like teak left to weather under an unforgiving sun, soaring and murmuring through three decades’ worth of glory, backed by a band (Buddy Miller, Brady Blade, Daryl Johnson) that sounds like the love child of high-lonesome and lowdown French Quarter funk. Live. Stupendous. Heartbreaking. —Trey Graham