IN THIS EPISODE ::
I first met Nathan Johnson at a dive in downtown Denver, Colorado. I arrived late to one of his concerts and when I saw him, he towered over the crowd (he’s like nine feet tall) belting melancholy lyrics while garbed in an army jacket, goggles and one of those enormous winter hats with the fur lining and the ear flaps. The huge hat, his lanky silhouette and remarkably-good posture together resembled the mic-and-stand combination into which he was singing.