Have you read the book “Jane Eyre?” It’s one of my all-time favorites. I think I read it for the first time in junior high school, and even now I go back to it every few years. I do it because it’s a great story, and because I get something new out of it everyContinue reading “Golden Oldies”
The past few weeks have been pretty busy, thanks to some wonderful wonderful work. I know everyone hates waking up in the morning to get ready for their jobs, but it’s so great to have a reason to hate waking up. It seems like the best working songs have to do with not liking yourContinue reading “Working it”
Happy toast and drunken squirrels.
I was always a big fan of this song. I knew they were using samples from Blue Note recordings, but never bothered to track down the original source material. But then it came and found me. I was listening to the radio, and some Herbie Hancock came on: It’s great to listen toContinue reading “7/10/17: US3 & Herbie Hancock”
On organization, loss, and recording media.
At the age of 15, I was listening to Culture Club and ABC and Prince and Heaven 17 and Sheila E. Everything was shiny and clean and super-produced. But I also listened to the Rolling Stones, and that led me down a really interesting musical path. My nature, when I run into a new bandContinue reading “6/14/17: Walking the Blues”
The Eighties were a very fashionable time. Lots of evening wear, rhinestones and stiletto heels. We had to do that, you know. We’d just spent close to ten years marinating in seventies fashion, which featured all of the beards and denim we see today, but without the man buns and rompers. Thank goodness for ABC,Continue reading “6/12/17: Monday Funday Dance Party”
So I was making a song mix for a friend of mine, all stuff from the nineties. I would say “mix tape,” which is obsolete, but I was actually making a CD, which is also obsolete. And then Chris Cornell died. I hadn’t planned to put any Soundgarden on the mix – I sold myContinue reading
There are a lot of wonderful protest songs out there, but I wish there didn’t have to be any.
Learning to love the extremely loveable.