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Rivertown Blends Canadiana And Modern Pop In New Track “Like You”
Canadian alt-country duo Rivertown has released their latest single, “Like You,” a track that perfectly encapsulates their “easy country vibes.” Comprised of singer-songwriter Jennifer Carswell and multi-instrumentalist Eddie Krajsek, the duo blends elements of Canadiana, pop, and rock. “Like You” features driving acoustic rhythms paired with soaring electric guitar lines and Carswell’s signature plaintive, melancholic vocals.
With influences ranging from Gordon Lightfoot to Blue Rodeo, Rivertown creates a sound that feels both earthy and poetic. While they have released a steady string of singles, the duo is currently in the studio finalizing their first full-length album, which is expected to arrive in late 2026. “Like You” is the perfect introduction for listeners who love “toe-tapping” road songs and quiet, heart-filled beauty.
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Rivertown Blends Canadiana And Modern Pop In New Track “Like You”
Canadian alt-country duo Rivertown has released their latest single, “Like You,” a track that perfectly encapsulates their “easy country vibes.” Comprised of singer-songwriter Jennifer Carswell and multi-instrumentalist Eddie Krajsek, the duo blends elements of Canadiana, pop, and rock. “Like You” features driving acoustic rhythms paired with soaring electric guitar lines and Carswell’s signature plaintive, melancholic vocals.
With influences ranging from Gordon Lightfoot to Blue Rodeo, Rivertown creates a sound that feels both earthy and poetic. While they have released a steady string of singles, the duo is currently in the studio finalizing their first full-length album, which is expected to arrive in late 2026. “Like You” is the perfect introduction for listeners who love “toe-tapping” road songs and quiet, heart-filled beauty.
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Rivertown Blends Canadiana And Modern Pop In New Track “Like You”
Canadian alt-country duo Rivertown has released their latest single, “Like You,” a track that perfectly encapsulates their “easy country vibes.” Comprised of singer-songwriter Jennifer Carswell and multi-instrumentalist Eddie Krajsek, the duo blends elements of Canadiana, pop, and rock. “Like You” features driving acoustic rhythms paired with soaring electric guitar lines and Carswell’s signature plaintive, melancholic vocals.
With influences ranging from Gordon Lightfoot to Blue Rodeo, Rivertown creates a sound that feels both earthy and poetic. While they have released a steady string of singles, the duo is currently in the studio finalizing their first full-length album, which is expected to arrive in late 2026. “Like You” is the perfect introduction for listeners who love “toe-tapping” road songs and quiet, heart-filled beauty.
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Rivertown Blends Canadiana And Modern Pop In New Track “Like You”
Canadian alt-country duo Rivertown has released their latest single, “Like You,” a track that perfectly encapsulates their “easy country vibes.” Comprised of singer-songwriter Jennifer Carswell and multi-instrumentalist Eddie Krajsek, the duo blends elements of Canadiana, pop, and rock. “Like You” features driving acoustic rhythms paired with soaring electric guitar lines and Carswell’s signature plaintive, melancholic vocals.
With influences ranging from Gordon Lightfoot to Blue Rodeo, Rivertown creates a sound that feels both earthy and poetic. While they have released a steady string of singles, the duo is currently in the studio finalizing their first full-length album, which is expected to arrive in late 2026. “Like You” is the perfect introduction for listeners who love “toe-tapping” road songs and quiet, heart-filled beauty.
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Rivertown Blends Canadiana And Modern Pop In New Track “Like You”
Canadian alt-country duo Rivertown has released their latest single, “Like You,” a track that perfectly encapsulates their “easy country vibes.” Comprised of singer-songwriter Jennifer Carswell and multi-instrumentalist Eddie Krajsek, the duo blends elements of Canadiana, pop, and rock. “Like You” features driving acoustic rhythms paired with soaring electric guitar lines and Carswell’s signature plaintive, melancholic vocals.
With influences ranging from Gordon Lightfoot to Blue Rodeo, Rivertown creates a sound that feels both earthy and poetic. While they have released a steady string of singles, the duo is currently in the studio finalizing their first full-length album, which is expected to arrive in late 2026. “Like You” is the perfect introduction for listeners who love “toe-tapping” road songs and quiet, heart-filled beauty.
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Crowd-sourcing an American Novel
For more than 30 years, I’ve been germinating what I consider to be a brilliant idea for a novel and I’ve concluded, finally, that I must be suffering from writer’s block. I’ve barely even started.
It’s not that I can’t write. I’ve been writing professionally since high school, recruited after winning a state speech contest, and a trip to Washington D.C. sponsored by the Veterans of Foreign Wars. I had a foreign war of my own, was certified a Master of Journalism, and never stopped writing. It’s a daily release as well as a chore, words flowing easily and correctly, properly polished and edited for tone and substance.
It’s not the writing that’s blocked, but the creation of the story. How does it begin? Where is it going? How does it end? What are the techniques to create tension and intrigue, how do you keep a reader involved? This is a story I’ve started umpteen times, in different forms, but I haven’t been able to finish it, or to make it work well enough to keep it going.
Can we talk about it, dear readers? Will you join in a chat to learn about the time and place of this story, the characters and their actions, the plot, the dialogue, and the denouement? I’m looking for a small group of collaborators to participate in virtual brainstorming, hashing out ideas and possibilities. I will acknowledge you in my book, and welcome you to use this forum to vet writing of your own.
Any writers up for such an impromptu writers workshop?
How could we work together? Tell me your impressions, critique and story ideas of this scene, part of the first chapter as I introduce characters. Please respond to [email protected].
Marty Baylor skipped up the limestone steps and strode down the cobbled corridor of the County Courthouse, nodding and smiling at people as they returned his gaze. Nobody knew him, and he reveled in his anonymity. A new place, a new start. He was ready. He had prayed for this moment, and he knew he was not alone. He felt the Lord’s hand on his shoulder, softly encouraging him as he rushed up a flight of steps, two at a time, then marched into the county engineer’s office where he had interviewed the day before.
Marty had a job, he knew it, with a CETA federal employment and training grant attached to his application. But what job? That was an open question, and County Engineer Buzz Sawyer had gently prodded, feeling him out, assessing his skills and interests. His resume revealed little, except inexperience. At 26, Baylor had worked as a waiter, and retail clerk. He had some college, no degree. His life had been in California until recently. His references checked out, said he was a good worker, not a trouble maker.
Marty was clear about his ambition. “I want to help you succeed,” he’d told Buzz. “I’m a team guy; I fit in. I work well with others. I can do whatever you need.” Sawyer chuckled, amused by his brash can-do manner. Marty was a hustler, no doubt, and that’s good enough. But the CETA referral was the clincher, and maybe also a source of Marty’s self-assuredness. Buzz figured that this kid from California knew somebody, maybe on the county council, or a state rep. A friend of a friend, maybe. So he had political value, for what it was worth. Buzz didn’t put much stock in local politics, but he had to play the game.
Invited back for this second meeting, Marty expected he’d get an offer he couldn’t refuse – or wouldn’t refuse, in any case. He stopped at the open door and surveyed the quiet, sprawling Public Works office – no customers, little commotion beyond a steady tap-tap-tap from a bank of clerks working in cubicles on one side, some foraging in the kitchen off to the other side. Marty walked along the partition, nodding and smiling to any head that turned, a precious few. He was angling toward the corner, where the sad girl sat guarding the county engineer’s office.
Marty had pegged secretary Cathy O’Brian as the “sad girl” when he interviewed because of how she continually averted her eyes, like she was trying to hide something – pain, Marty reckoned, or shame. Maybe it was fear. Or simply disinterest. But Cathy was pleasant, nice smile – oh so brief as she efficiently facilitated his interview. She took notes.
Today, Cathy was chatting nonchalantly into a phone, studying a paper on her desk as she spoke into the headset; she didn’t see him approach. He leaned over the desk to catch her eye, waving when she looked up, and motioning to the chair where he sat yesterday. She nodded, barely registering her little smile. Marty sat down and listened to her work.
“The crew will be there in the morning,” she was saying, her finger tracing a line on the paper. “According to Mr. Sawyer, the water line should be repaired and the sidewalk repaved by the end of the day … Yes, okay. … I’ll let him know you called. Thank you.” Cathy hung up, removed the headset and waved for Marty. “Come on,” she said. “Buzz is expecting you.” She stood and greeted him with a soft hand, no shake, then turned to lead him through the office door. Very officious, he thought, as friendly as she could be.
Buzz was sitting at his roundtable near the window, facing the door, writing vigorously on a yellow legal pad. He looked up to see Marty and arose, rounded the table and extended his hand; a hearty shake. “Sit down,” Buzz said, motioning to a chair at the table. Cathy sat in a chair next to Buzz, opening her notebook.
“Where are you living?” Buzz asked. “You’ve only been here a few weeks?”
“Right,” Marty said. “I got an apartment in downtown Red Banks, not too bad.”
“What made you decide to settle here, in our little river town?”
“God told me I should come.” Marty was smiling broadly as he proclaimed the revelation, and quickly elaborated. “I’ve had some bad times, got involved with the wrong people in California, but I found Jesus. I was born again. I dreamed about this place; it felt right when I got here. You have many churches; I’ve visited a few.”
Buzz was nodding. “Yeah, lots of God-fearing people around here,” he said. “You’ll fit right in. When can you start?”
“I’m available now,” Marty said. “Where do I go? What do I do? How much do you pay me?”
Buzz raised his hand, signaling his new hire to slow down. “You get the basic county rate. That’s how the CETA program works. Right now about $2.30 an hour, with a chance to work more than 40 hours, if you’re inclined to hustle. You get overtime pay, and the county gives bonuses when people step up.”
Marty will report immediately for a weeklong series of meetings, an initiation in how county public works functions, and the people who make it go. The first meeting occurred on his way out, with Cathy, who had paperwork ready for him to complete. She administered with minimal conversation and nary a smile. Marty watched her, amused. “You seem so blue,” he said after a while. “Are you sad about your job?”
Cathy harrumphed and shook her head. “It’s a job, better than a lot of jobs,” she said. “It cheers me up, actually. I feel like they need me here, keeping things organized, so I’m not sad about the job, for sure. I just like to get things done, no drama. I’m not here for fun and games. Why are you so happy?”
“Do I seem happy?” Marty wasn’t expecting his question to be turned around, and he had to think. “I guess I am. I’m at peace with my Lord. I can’t help but smile. I like people, too. It makes me happy to talk to you, rather than filling out these forms.”
Cathy lets the smile break through at this point. She was reconsidering this charming new hire, although her patience was wearing thin as the clock inched toward 5 o’clock, quitting time. She had things to do that didn’t involve this job. Marty was only half-finished with his paperwork and now was leaning on her desk and grinning relentlessly while he yammered on about his life and what brought him to her hometown, Red Banks, a 150-year-old city perched high enough above the Ohio River to survive the floods, if not to prosper.
“I had to get away from California,” said Marty. “I got into trouble with drugs, but I straightened out my life, found Jesus. Found redemption in the Word of God. ‘Faith comes from hearing, and healing, through the word of Christ.’ ”
Whatever. Cathy’s smile had disappeared as she glanced again at the clock on the wall. “You’ll need to finish filling these out before you leave, and the office closes in 15 minutes,” she said pointedly. Marty held up his right hand and nodded in surrender, returning to the form. But he kept talking.
“Have you heard about the little church out Route 58, near Crafton? The ‘charismatics,’ they call it, a Christian group. It’s amazing, really, hard to describe. You can feel the Holy Spirit in that church. I was there last week, going back on Sunday. You should go! It’ll cheer you up.”
Cathy sighed and shook her head. “Sounds like some kind of holy roller stuff,” she said. “Religion isn’t like that for me, it’s personal. I can talk to God anytime I want; he’s here,” pointing to the side of her head
“But is he here?” Marty asked, patting his chest above his heart. Cathy shrugged, shook her head. “Who cares? Please finish the forms.” Marty quickly signed the document and returned it to her. “Thanks for all your help,” he said, nodding and walking sideways to the door while waving goodbye.
What a weird guy, Cathy thought as she put the employment form into the folder she’d created earlier, shuffled papers into the proper order for first thing in the morning, and then knocked on Buzz’s open door to announce her departure. “Your meeting with the County Executive is reset for 10 o’clock,” she said. “I put the note in your inbox.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Buzz said. “Come in and sit for a minute before you leave.” He motioned to his couch, then rose to join her.
“No, I’ve really got to rush,” Cathy said, raising her hand. Buzz shrugged, nodded, and sat down. “One minute. Tell me this: What do you think about this Baylor kid? Do you think he has enough on the ball to lead a project – I mean, with the right people, John Bowen would be the foreman. But I’m looking for someone to supervise, update me on progress, a no-bullshit guy.”
Cathy shrugged. “I just met the guy, just like you did, Buzz. He’s straight-forward, seems honest to me,” she said. “I have no idea if he can supervise a project, but I don’t think he’ll bullshit you.”
“OK, good enough. See you tomorrow.”
Cathy rushed out. Another escape. The last few times she’d sat down alone with Buzz – once before in his office, and at Louie’s, the bar next door – he’d sat uncomfortably close, playing friendly conspirator, her boss with halitosis and awkward moves. He was old enough to be her father, too. The way Cathy figured it, if she did her job well and stayed away from him, she’d be okay. He needed her in the office.
While she served as receptionist for the city engineer, Cathy also was his scheduler and advisor – the brains behind the operation, if you asked her. The boss had a civil engineer’s license and an old boys’ network that included school chums and barstool mates who ran local businesses that leeched on the county’s public works. She knew how it worked, and greased skids for him. Privately, aware of the winks and nods and under-the-table action, she felt culpable. But she had a job that rewarded her reliability and resourcefulness. She was lucky; many of her friends were not. Why rock the boat?
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