
It’s quite fashionable to criticize the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s annual inductees, and I’m nothing if not fashionable.
It’s quite fashionable to criticize the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s annual inductees, and I’m nothing if not fashionable.
One can sum up ’80s pop music with four artists: Bruce, Madonna, Michael, and Prince. In a way they were the last of the real superstars. The ’90s belonged to the anti-stars […]
Recently I dug an album out of my stacks by Rockets that featured a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Oh Well.” Man, what a song. I started thinking of all the great Fleetwood […]
Our new apartment was the finished attic of an old Victorian on the outskirts of Savannah’s historic district. It was one big open space with a bathroom added just to the left […]
If you are over forty you know this album, you just don’t know it. Thanks to assists from Fleetwood Mac’s Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks this album went top ten in the […]
The time was nearing eleven p.m. when twenty-two year old Melanie Safka, or Melanie, took the Woodstock stage. A label mate of Bert Sommer’s over at Buddah, she was enjoying a little […]
“Well then what do you want to do?” I asked. “I don’t know,” Sherri said. “But I don’t want to go to the movies. All you want to do is watch videos […]
“Where is the lust?” a new reader asked recently after noticing my “Liquor, Lust, and Primer Gray Camaros Set To Music” subtitle. Just a couple of weeks ago I received feedback that my sexual content […]
I have 33,000 songs in my pocket. I can go for three months, twenty-four hours per day and not listen to the same song twice; well, at least not the same version. […]