Hey America, how are you doing this week? Maybe not so great. Maybe feeling a little, I don’t know, anxious? Perhaps you’ve been startling awake at night clutching your midsection that throbs with some kind of thudding ache, the kind that is only one of two things: existential dread or an ill-fated decision to get… Read More Gather Good Stuff
I used to steal setlists. One musician’s trash is another geeky fangirl’s coveted item. It’s not as if these were pieces of paper passed through the hands of Springsteen or Bono to the lowly sweat-soaked roadie to me. And let us pause for a moment over the absurdity of Bruce Springsteen bent over a sheet… Read More Letter’n
His guitar resting against his back, Martin Sexton strides onto the stage like a gunslinger entering a dusty saloon. Music is the weapon he uses to battle against ignorance and apathy. Martin is a barrel of a man with a warm, open pie-shaped face that peers out from underneath a riot of black hair. He’s… Read More Soothing & Seething
This is Abbey, folks, let’s make her feel welcome. The stage was set with a Hammond organ, a grand piano, a drum kit, and a selection fo mics and amps. Abbey looked to be in her late-twenties. Her straight brown hair caught in a ponytail, her black-rimmed glasses echoed the same kind of specs worn… Read More Brave Shadows
It was 1983 and my brother and I watched a lot of MTV. Music videos were a revelation for artists and the industry. When it launched in 1981 MTV was a storytelling platform, giving musicians the chance to render their songs in a visual language. The phrase “take the ball and run with it” comes… Read More Pink Houses and Apple Pies
“There’s more than one answer to these questions, pointing me in a crooked line. The less I seek my source, closer I am to fine.” A child of the 80s (thanks neon headbands and spandex!), a young woman of the 90s, (‘sup flannel and that fedora that only Blossom could pull off), the Indigo Girls… Read More Closer To Fine
I mentioned in an earlier post that I pinched the title of this blog from one of Lucinda Williams’ newest songs, “Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone,” which she took from a poem written by her father, Miller Williams. I swear I’m not trying to get Lucinda Williams to read my writing. Okay, maybe… Read More More To The Story….