MARSHALL CRENSHAW HAS A FIELD DAY

What a guy. That phrase, always delivered with a flatter-than-thou Midwestern twang, is often bandied about within the Crenshaw camp. It could be used in jest or in earnest, to describe anyone from Roger Whittaker to Wayne Newton. It could also be used, while rockin’ around the studio in NYC, by any assorted Crenshaw— Marshall, Robert, or John—to describe each other, producer Steve Lilly white, manager Richard Sarbin (especially if he’s come equipped with per diem pay), engineer Scott Lift, or various passers-by within range.