Obligatory self-promotion, with a hat-tip to my friends here who suggested songs for this one. The fine folks at WMKY (Morehead State Public Radio) suggested I should put together an hour of music about Thanksgiving. And so I did. What […]
Obligatory self-promotion, with a hat-tip to my friends here who suggested songs for this one. The fine folks at WMKY (Morehead State Public Radio) suggested I should put together an hour of music about Thanksgiving. And so I did. What […]
Perhaps, like me, you are given to roaming the aisles of your local independent bookstore and stumbled upon Nashville Chrome, the latest novel by Rick Bass which is both about and not at all about The Browns. The cover looks […]
At one point, Philadelphia’s G. Love along with, perhaps, Chris Thomas King, bore the weight of the recording industry’s dim hopes that blues might be resuscitated and sold to a younger, possibly even urban audience. He found his way to […]
happens to oblige, quite by coincidence. My regular monthly one-hour foray into public radio is scheduled for the last Friday of every month. This time, it got moved for the pledge drive. And so it airs this Friday on WMKY […]
Back when I had a punk rock/folk art/west coast cartoon surrealist art gallery, and AOL was new and groovy, I spent some time in an alternative rock folder. My intent was to see if attending to the conversation in this […]
See, the thing is, I love a good shaggy dog story. I used to have a small repertoire suitable for sharing over a pitcher or two, right up until the night I was thrown out of Linda’s up on Capitol […]
In the late 1990s I would have bet something in the low three figures that Jesse Dayton would some day adorn the cover of our little magazine. Now, I recognize that theoretically I was in a position to fix that […]
In the spring of 1973 my father — then and now an eminent historian specializing in the economic history of the Portuguese empire — and I retreated to a small patch of land on Whidbey Island to cut a little […]
Guilt attends my absence from these metaphorical pages. Not because I seek community — I’m too much a misanthrope for that — but because I am obliged to submit to the discipline of regular writing. To make the words dance, […]
Many months back, when Johnny Cash’s final American album was released, I meant to assemble and write this blog. Responses to my recent Charlie Louvin entry reminded me of it, and so I shall give it a try now. Go […]