sandra sarra

Sandra Sarra comes walking out of the Florida panhandle with songs so fine and sharp that they’d cut you if she pushed them any harder, and the kind of spare barely-there guitar that comes from writing songs as if you’re looking out a window. Leonard Cohen did this plenty; so do John Prine and Alison Krauss and even sometimes Dolly Parton. And now Sandra Sarra on her debut, too, with ten songs quiet and understated enough to be folk but with enough honesty and heartbreak inside to draw tears toward beers at the planet’s last honky tonks.