One night in the early 1980s, Bob Feldman was at the old Coffeehouse Extemporé in Minneapolis's West Bank neighborhood. Performing was an Iowa singer-songwriter who'd been playing the Upper Midwest circuit. Greg Brown wrote poetic, finely observed songs about his grandma, home-grown vegetables, feed caps, and the wonders of small-town life, imbuing them with a gentle majesty. Feldman, who taught a business class at Eden Prairie High School at the time, was astounded — both by Brown's artistry and his lack of... More >>>