Amazon.comLike the quiet guy in the back of the bar who never seems to say or do much but always has a flock of pals about, Bill Staines does not make a quick and flashy impression. The folkie singer-songwriter croons about roads and landscapes, children and waitresses, in a sleepy tenor as he strums familiar chords. You really have to pay attention to appreciate the fresh clarity he brings to these well-worn topics and the low-key warmth he brings to those vocals. If you give Staines's album, Going to the West, the study it deserves, however, you may well end up agreeing with Nanci Griffith's effusive liner notes: "When I grow up," she writes, "I want to be Bill Staines." --Geoffrey Himes