The guy sounds at least 65, like some thrice divorced and sullied bar patron in a seaside town, making his flannel and scuffed boots look damn good. But as you can see, Willy Mason is MY AGE (28), and frequents England the majority of his youthful time. ”I Got Gold” is a short jig that I fancy for its foreign simplicity. I own neither gold nor ground, and wouldn’t mix the two if I could help it, but I’m smelling what Mr. Mason is cooking, and suggest you at least grab a waft while it’s fresh. The guy is all flavor.
Watch out for his upcoming album, Carry On, due out December 3rd.