The last time we caught up with Sammy Kay – like for real caught up, interview style, for the website – was a couple of years back. It was about his then-upcoming EP, Inanna. It was a half-dozen folk-inspired mostly acoustic tracks that grew out of a project to write sonnets. Twelve-to-sixteen lines, no repeating choruses, character-driven thought experiments. Backed by the likes of John Calvin Abney and Corey Tramontelli and produced by frequent collaborator J Duckworth, it was another journey down a road he’d been traveling for some time. “In my head, the last couple of years, I’ve been trying to chase fucking Woody Guthrie or Bob Dylan,” explained Kay when we caught up again last week about his latest project’s newest release. The running joke for a w...