In the shadows of memory I remain convinced that once I saw the Backsliders, of Raleigh, North Carolina, perform. This is probably not true, because generally I associate such things with specific venues and other oddments. In my memory, they […]
Twistable Turntable Man, a musical tribute to the songs of Shel Silverstein, was released by Sugar Hill last week, if my scratchy memory serves, and seems to have arrived without comment, best I can tell without thinking or looking too […]
It’s a bit like the old Prince Albert in the can thing, maybe, but this just came across the mojo wire and I had to share. In part because it includes yet another cover of “Ain’t No Grave.” One of […]
of rock ‘n’ roll. If it has a future. Which is not to pile upon Chris Stapleton’s new group any of the foolishness which Dave Marsh’s breathless, glorious, joyous hyperbole racked up for Bruce Springsteen. This is not Time magazine, […]
To a chorus of Malvina Reynolds’ “Little Boxes,” reprising the notion of “Weeds” but not the weed of the series. Once again, I seek to clean. My stacks of unlistened-to-CDs go back three years, to right about when the magazine […]
Mysterious things have happened to my last two blogs. Which is to say that I hit “publish” and they vanished, except that the software here seems to remember their names. I am not competent to guess at such mysteries, but […]
(Note: This appeared a few days back on dailykos, where it went the way of all my blogs there. I have amended it some. I tried to post it here a day or so back, and it seems to have […]
Without question Elizabeth Cook is one of the smartest musicians I’ve interviewed over the last 30 years.* Cook’s fifth album, Welder, came out last week, produced by Don Was. I do not wish to play the critic’s game — I […]
This was, if memory serves, the national high school debate topic during the 1975-76 season: Resolved that the development and allocation of scarce world resources should be controlled by an international organization. We have known what was coming. Like my […]
A digression, by way of scene and consciousness setting. Here in Eastern Kentucky we got our share of the sheer hell which descended upon my old home in Middle Tennessee. I mean not to complain — a dear friend has […]
