
If “transitional album” ever makes its way to Websters, Empire’s album cover should be pictured right next to the definition.
If “transitional album” ever makes its way to Websters, Empire’s album cover should be pictured right next to the definition.
Writing as sculpture. I really like that image because
Suckers. Chumps. Marks. What would advertising be without them?
This might be the best Jane’s Addiction bootleg that I own.
Here’s another playlist that started as a discussion in the Facebook music group that I manage. Last week’s “live tracks better than their studio cousins” list led to the suggestion of cover […]
While you’re reading this, I’m sitting stiffly in my Sunday clothes, paying my respects to a lost friend. Too soon, too soon.
Being a father to two minors was the single must rewarding gig I’ve ever had.
Life ain’t cheap, and if yours is then somebody else is getting screwed. I’m sure there are exceptions to this, but for the most part I think this is true–your great deal […]
I am sitting in a diner, listening to Miles Davis’s 1987 album, Music From Siesta. I was managing a record store in Savannah when this album was released three decades ago. Thirty […]
All the good stuff happens underground; well, except for the proverbial dirt nap. When we’re teens we make out in the basement, and when we’re a little older we find some dank […]