There may be no way we can expiate our collective guilt for allowing generic groaners like Matt Kearney or mewling twits like James Blunt to dominate the male singer/songwriter terrain in this country. Well, maybe one way: Simply by visiting Joe's Pub the last four Friday nights in February and indulging in the sparkling pop of Mike Viola. You know Viola's songs, if not necessarily his name. He wrote several... More >>>