A true troubadour, Langhorne Slim recently packed his bindle and shuffled out of Portland to once again claim the open road as his home. It's not that the youngish Jewish guy born Sean Scolnick pines for a long-lost/possibly-never-was itinerant lifestyle, it's that Slim interprets the pangs and passions of the modern world with a tireless, timeless mind. (This means he moves around a lot.) Then he sings about it with a gutsy bluster and rakish suavity that's irresistibly endearing, involving and entertaining. His Tractor shows tend towards drunken catharsis.