Jump aboard and give the man your ticket. You know where you’re headed — muscular, tonic rock’n’roll territory — and the confidently cheeky cat up front urging the mighty engine to new extremes knows his business. It’s a wild ride. […]
DC LARSON has authored three retro-styled, outer-space adventure novels featuring hero Eddie Atomic: "Shake, Rattle & Rocket!" "Ghost Saucers In the Sky!" and "Stratosphere Boogieman!"
"Flesh Made Music,"a collection of his rock'n'roll essays and reviews, was in 2017 published by his Retro Riff Books.
Also in 2017, Larson published "That a Man Can Again Stand Up: American spirit vs. sedition during the incipient Trump Revolution." (Bromley Books.)
Formerly on the staffs of Pin Up America and Rockabilly magazines, he was first published nationally in 1981. Since then, he has accumulated freelance magazine, newspaper, and internet credits, including Goldmine, USA Today, Crackerjack, Counterpunch, Blue Suede News, the Wrecking Pit, Huffington Post, Daily Caller, Independent Political Report, Rebel Frequency, and opednews.com.
He was commissioned to write for singer Robert Gordon's European website. He penned liner notes for Rockats guitarist Barry Ryan's solo CD, "And God said, let there be rockabilly." And in 2014, he was asked to contribute liner notes for the Rockats' reunion disc, "Rockin' Together."
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Jump aboard and give the man your ticket. You know where you’re headed — muscular, tonic rock’n’roll territory — and the confidently cheeky cat up front urging the mighty engine to new extremes knows his business. It’s a wild ride. […]
Sure, easy-played stories of suffering and satisfaction can connect on the commonly experienced-humanity level without artful construction. But here, such attention amplifies. Recommended “Too Much Is Never Enough,” “Tomorrow, I’ll Be Hurtin’,” “The Loser,” “Shit Just Got Real,” “A Whole Lot […]
Lance digs what the old masters always taught; As crucial as are percolated fun-drive and its pursuit-of-kicks actualization (whether in hopped-up whirling or dreamily romantic incarnations), optimal rendition requires knowing administration born of serious experience. And hipness, too. Gotta be hip. […]
The talent was always evident, through hiccuppy, herky-jerky stage episodes. Ray may not have been here long (he passed in 2004, only 54 years old), but like the jumped-up honky tonk swing he threw out, he blazed a jagged trail […]
Always of organically superior rank, TLT handily illustrate that light-on-its-feet mellifluousness makes the fun work to everyone’s joyful benefit. Clever, brisk, memorable, and with a proper measure of sincere heart.
Unions this immaculate appear with such maddening infrequency that they should be held fast unhesitatingly and without release. Hot-lashed guitar expostulations within whose metallic and limber-stringed confederation are the heady stuff of precisely American animation. And exquisite vocal endeavorings blood-rooted […]
There surely is tremendous inner tumult when you know you’ve got something extraordinary, know you’ve got something important to say — and can mentally hear it portrayed in a definite manner — but are restricted by auxiliary commitments. Quentin Jones founded Pennsylvania’s Lanark Records. While […]
So just plain right. Various of these sparkling odes are arrayed to distinction, and stake dissimilar territories. But all bloom from proletarian clay. Two tracks merit special note: “If You Dig It,” its tradition-founded rocking cast as a burstingly animated, […]
Scott’s stark, one-man band conformation allows him to wring from these way-down-deep chronicles all the out-loud humanity they promise and we appreciate. No more is needed but a tastefully picked gut-box, a voice as capable of slightness as mammoth storm, […]
Gloriously, scandalously electric rock and roll was never the ‘passing craze’ 1950s detractors assailed it as being. Of racially and experientially blended character, the defiantly upstart style was much more powerful than the milquetoastian polite society strictures it forever rattled […]