Hard to believe but there was a time before YouTube – before cable television and home video for that matter. We ate the music we were served and we liked it, said the […]
Deep Cuts: Ten Live Songs For Your Playlist
26. This Is the First Song Off Our New Album
The Seventies laid claim to some great live albums, never mind that many of them were created in a studio. The Woodstock soundtrack kicked off the decade, which to me was roughly […]
25. A Live Wire, Barely A Beginner
Ricky Brent was my first friend in South Carolina. My behind the house neighbor, a short path through the kudzu and dense loblolly pines, our friendship was inevitable. He was a big […]
24. Thank You Driver For Getting Me Here
When we moved to South Carolina I decided that I wanted to take the bus to school. There was no particular need for this — my mother worked now, so she could […]
Deep Cuts: Five Reasons Hendrix Is For Everyone
Forty years ago the man made four records and then he died. Since then he’s been suspended in amber, the wild man with the headband and the flaming guitar. I like that version of […]
23. Here Comes the Savage Day
(Note: Period correct dialogue ahead. You’ve been warned.) New Year’s Eve, 1979. Time to move into the Eighties; time to live a Killing Joke song. This was the first turn of a […]
22. Life Begins at the Hop
One morning before home room the perky girls began tacking hand-lettered signs all over the school. Two weeks from Friday we were invited to attend a sock hop in the school gym. It […]
Answers to Google Searches
Many people land here due to a search engine. I assume most of them are looking for photos or music to download. I always feel bad when I see that someone searched […]
21. Who Are You?
Money was tight for twelve-year-old me: allowance, what I could get mowing lawns, that’s about it. Used record stores didn’t exist, at least not in Spartanburg, and new records were expensive. Enter the […]
20. This One Goes Out to the Ones I Left Behind
My first scribblings as a forty-four year old man. Sitting in an airport 6:50 a.m., legal pad and Uniball pen, Pete Townshend’s “I’m One” on the headphones. Halfway to eighty-eight, that being ten […]
