Woody Guthrie is the train whistle blowing off in the distance. He is the smell of the coal exhaust. He is the drip of sweat rolling down the back of your neck telling you that it's either time to stop, or time to press on.
He embodied the sticker "this machine kills Fascist's" and he is out to do more good...posthumously. Now through a box set compilation some of his greatest work and some hidden gems unearthed in a Brooklyn basement, Woody shares his music yet again. My Dusty Road comes to us via Rounder and his loving daughter Nora on Aug.25. This will be one for the archives. A must have.