If anyone in the Midwestern world has an actual shot at achieving nirvana, it's Stuart Davis. Having created his own brand of "post-apocalyptic folk," the Minneapolis resident and velvet-voiced crooner approaches such subjects as monasticism and meditation with legs planted firmly in the lotus position and tongue planted firmly in cheek. On "Eight Days in the Lotus," Davis sings about flogging himself with a hockey stick while practicing zazen, yet he's still able to give poignant treatment to a dying lover on "Swim." Of course, given the cover of his recently released self-titled CD, one unfamiliar with Davis's work might suspect glam-rockery rather than energetic guitar folk: Against a black background sits the lanky Davis--bald, cross-legged, and butt-naked save for a... More >>>