One day in the summer of 1992, Robert L. Stone’s bandmate held up a telephone in the music store where he worked, a place called the Banjo Shop in Hollywood Florida. Stone’s day job was as a folk arts coordinator […]
One day in the summer of 1992, Robert L. Stone’s bandmate held up a telephone in the music store where he worked, a place called the Banjo Shop in Hollywood Florida. Stone’s day job was as a folk arts coordinator […]
Ordinarily I don’t watch the Grammy awards. For years I didn’t own a TV, and for more years I had somewhere better to be (a club, watching live music; or work), and then it became clear that what was being […]
It was 7 degrees outside this morning. I am indoors, in my mother-in-law’s kitchen cutting up jalapeno thingies for a Pioneer Woman book release party at the family bookstore and trying to remember not to itch my eyes until the […]
I realize I am mostly absent here but for these tawdry self-promotional notes. Still living in boxes, and, then, the couple things I’d like to write about aren’t out for a month or two and so it seems…unsporting. Back […]
Blame it on poor planning and the tyranny of the storage unit. Undue optimism. The boxes of unread books I might wish to plunder during these months of exile, awaiting completion of the house into which they will be unpacked, […]
Greetings, from the snowy woods of Eastern Kentucky. Now well into middle age, I find myself living in my in-laws’ basement with most of my belongings in storage. One thing or another, it may be some months before we are […]
In the midst of this moving madness (in which one wonders again at the wisdom of saving all that vinyl, all those CDs, all those books…and is grateful for what strength remains in the lower back), I had barely wit […]
And so, because nobody wanted them, I took the magazines to the recycling center. Two car-loads of them, saving out the boxes — at least the newer boxes — for our move. Toward the end of March, when […]
Every once in a while, it is necessary to obsess about a song. And so I have come here to confess that Ray Price’s 1963 recording of “Night Life” is so extraordinary as to be out of time, a singular […]
Been gone so long the buttons have changed. That figures. Something new to learn that I haven’t time for. That is, perhaps, the definition of our present age. Not my point. Every year since about 1987 I have compiled a […]
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