Back when ND was a print magazine and it was my job to try to sort through the hundreds of CDs which came my way each month so as to find the next Whiskeytown, I used to have days when […]
Back when ND was a print magazine and it was my job to try to sort through the hundreds of CDs which came my way each month so as to find the next Whiskeytown, I used to have days when […]
The announced mission of the duo formed by Jamie Dailey and Darren Vincent (yes, Rhonda’s brother) was to keep alive the storied tradition of the brother duos who at one point formed the backbone of country music: the Monroes, the […]
doomed to fail, because I suck at such things. But. This is what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to tell y’all that my radio debut happens on WMKY this weekend, 8 pm Saturday and Sunday nights (all times are […]
Note: I wrote this a few days and posted it at dailykos, where I waste a certain small amount of time and have virtually no audience, the meritocracy being what it is. I realize that many here to not share […]
Apparently Aunt Karol died toward the end of New Year’s Eve, though I didn’t hear for at least ten days and even then my big brother didn’t know how to spell her name. It wasn’t a surprise, for we knew […]
Before the morning races on, I wanted quickly to draw attention to this obituary in The New York Times, noting the passing of Carl Smith, at 82. He was, of course, the father of Carlene Carter, whose troubles would make […]
Gifted with the opportunity to write press materials for Patty Griffin’s upcoming release, Downtown Church, I took the excuse to load a bunch of classic Specialty golden age gospel reissues onto that newfangled iTouch which continues to confuse and confound […]
I don’t know how I feel about this, and at some point I need to cycle through the entire American series to see if it’s the music I like, or the redemption, or the honor paid to one of our […]
The story so far…a year or so back my kind brother-in-law passed down an iPod Touch, which I’ve slowly learned to use, and employ principally (a) to torture the nice kids who work at the coffee shop in the Baptist […]
Used to be one grew up with the cliche: You get what you pay for, and grew into the truth of knowing it to be so. A relative who knows us only well enough to see us at funerals and […]
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