So…yeah…what happens when you put traumatized me in a room with someone who spent a long time as a worker in the penal system, and is shouting and exerting their dominance over a room of traumatized homeless people in a shelter, making sure his respect is insured and understood, instead of realizing this is a […]
MoreI know, I know, it’s hardly winter out here in Cal-i-forn-i-a, but it is…kinda. San Francisco gets chilly, windy, foggy and rainy. It is one of those days that the wind and rain just can’t drive off the fog, and it settles down this low laying part of town like a fallen silk stocking or […]
MoreIf you have been following me at all you will know how I feel about Patti. Punk Queen extraordinaire, poetess, Rimbaud in skinny jeans and smeared eyeliner. The thinking rock and roll fan’s crush, and possibly the most fun I have ever had listening to anything in my entire life. The doyenne of CBGB’s least […]
MoreHere is a chick who was clearly listening to what Miles Davis was saying in Bitches Brew. Blue gets plenty of attention, comparatively the heavily jazz influenced Hissing of the Summer Lawns was ill-received, Rolling Stone, the bastion of taste and coolness (cough cough), declared “If The Hissing of Summer Lawns offers substantial literature, it is set […]
MoreEnough has been written about the crazinessness of Chic Corea’s piano, the tightness of the band, the wild flights of fancy the takes you on a trip past some heavy Egyptian caper in the opening Pharoah’s Dance, past the beguiling intoxication of Bitches Brew, Miles chasing an idea or a vibe, confusing, counter cross beats […]
MoreKEXP radio/youtube channel have almost sole responsibility for keeping me from withdrawing into the comfortably numb confines of my usual listening habits. They found Big Thief for me, and in the suggestion box of the vagaries of the youtube algorithm, the AI made an astute leap of faith and suggested I might enjoy listening to […]
MoreI will be honest here, I love music. I love music with a passion that is probably unhealthy. I love music like I love my guitars and cups of tea and foggy San Francisco mornings. I love music, but I rarely listen to anything made after 1995. The day Kurt Cobain died was really the […]
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