“Hello?” “Collect call from James Stafford. Will you accept the charges.” “Yes. Hey, Jim.” “Hi, Mom.” “Did you get moved in okay?”
Slash was a record label that you could trust. If it was on Slash it was going to be good: X, The Germs, Fear, Faith No More. Come on!
There are moments when it all comes together, when an artist appears who is so reflective of the times that he or she is timeless. Questions of good or bad, like or […]
This is a cool 1958 compilation that’s worth your money just for the cover art. My interest is a little more personal.
(Last week Adrian shared the story of a mysterious benefactor who donated to him a harp guitar. We pick up the conversation in progress, Hamburger Patty’s cheesy dance music in the background […]
“You’re gonna have to serve somebody,” Dylan said, and he was absolutely right. Unfortunately I’m sort of a goofy rubadub, so there’s not a whole lot of servin’ I can do.
What’s in a name? I don’t know. Everything, nothing. All I know for certain is that the move from Jim to James was a liberating one for me. So what’s in a […]
I’ve always been whackadoo, sometimes worse than others. In 1985 I decided that I was going to eventually own every album that my store carried. How I was going to manage that […]
Savannah, Georgia was a very conservative town in the mid-eighties, an unlikely location for an art school. The Savannah College of Art and Design, or SCAD, was founded only ten years prior […]
All this talk over the past few Saturdays about Woodstock, but it was neither the first nor the last big American music festival. The Big Sur festival ran from 1964-71, the 1969 […]