Much like fellow Chicagoans Ryley Walker and Moon Bros., Johnny Young uses his guitar create a a serene space that’s shielded from the chaos of the bustling metropolis around him. His American fingerstyle is timeless; something that could jangle from moonshine porches in Kentucky, frolic from Ferlinghetti’s Big Sur cabin, or greet tired hikers in any number of small towns along the Pacific Crest Trail. Some songs conjure images of the railroads being built, or of floating on a barge down the Bayou. […]