Adam Craig is one of the good guys, and it’s about time he showed up. It started in a car in Tenino, Washington, just south of Seattle. The windows were down, Martina McBride and Heart were blaring on the radio and his mother was wondering what had just possessed her young son to match those mercurial vocalists note for note. “She was like ‘Holy crap kid, you can sing!’” he says with an infectious, disarming chuckle. From that moment forward