September 18, 2008
John Hiatt: An interview with singer-songwriter John Hiatt in Sunday's Arts & Music section described him as an Illinois native. Hiatt is from Indiana.
September 14, 2008 |
JOHN HIATT has recorded a string of critically lauded albums dating to the mid 1970s, but his profile rose markedly in 1987 with "Bring the Family," an intimate collection of songs that included "Thing Called Love," which Bonnie Raitt subsequently popularized when she included it on her multiple Grammy-winning "Nick of Time" album in 1989. The Illinois native, who will receive a lifetime achievement award for songwriting this week at the Americana Music Assn. conference in Nashville and also will be inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame in October, recently took time out to discuss the emotionally rich songs that have become a hallmark of his body of work over lunch in L.A., where he worked in the 1980s.
March 11, 2004 |
With pop music deep into an era of production-laden hits, it's reassuring to be reminded that the creation of great music really doesn't require anything more than a pen, a guitar and somebody who knows what to do with both.
July 27, 2002 |
Singer-songwriter John Hiatt has written hits for Bonnie Raitt, Jeff Healy, Eric Clapton, Suzy Bogguss and B.B. King. Bob Dylan covered one of his tunes. "The Thing Called Love" wasn't just a hit, it was also the title of a country music movie starring River Phoenix. And he's conjured memorable semi-autobiographical lyrics, often dealing with his past problems with alcohol.
August 5, 2001 |
John Hiatt's had his songs recorded by Bonnie Raitt and B.B. King. But he's never had anything sung by bears. Until recently, that is.
January 14, 2001 |
Big East Fork Road is a narrow ribbon of pavement that winds among uniformly rounded hills in a rural area southwest of the city called Leiper's Fork. The tree-covered hills along this remote and scenic route back up to generations-old farmhouses and pastures. A playful creek skips along one side of the road, then crosses under and scurries out of sight, only to appear again several hundred yards later on the other side.