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….It Ain’t For Men…(I love You, Jackson Browne)
There is a fine line between Rock and Roll, Motherfuckers (! Whoo hoo New Jersey! Lemme hear it! We are gonna rock you!!)…and Rock-and-Roll-Motherfuckers. Usually, it’s white, stimulating, and makes its way from the fields of South America, to the hovering noses of fiends and party people across the globe. Hero of the counter culture, […]
MoreThe Dylan Soul Barometer
I will forever complain about the total waste of hard earnt cash that was Dylan and the Dead. I will never stop bitching about the Dylan show I saw back in the ’90s, where he failed to actually play any of his songs, instead just murmured lyrics while a band played mostly boogie woogie and […]
MoreCoke’s For Horses,Lord….
I have never been the kind of ‘head much into the ole devil’s dandruff. In fact, I don’t think I have ever had coke by itself that was even worth the snorting. I was never rich enough for a coke habit, and besides was psychologically opposed to feeling like a goddess, Ms Inneresting and glorious. […]
MoreTop Ten Music Best and Worst Performances Of All Time: #10
The stage is dark, the mood of the crowd is boisterous, they are noisy and physical, jostling and pushing, looking for stolen kicks, for a rush, for a stolen high injected into the atmosphere by a tall thin man with golden strawberry shoulder length hair, that he plays with often, pushing it back from his […]
MoreDeath, Taxes and Brad Armstrong
There are some things that are unfair in this world: death, taxes…. Brad Armstrong not being a hugely rich and successful folk singing musical artist with his own private plane, a mansion in the Hollywood Hills, and Grammy Awards being hurled at him by the music critic mafia. Sorry Brad, but hey, from one loser-writer […]
MoreGetting Punked By Patti Smith
I wanted to be Lou Reed, but I wanted to kiss Patti Smith’s barefoot feet, crawl up her white dress, untie the red scarf that she had tied off round her upper arm in an echo of the ritual of the spoon and spike, and worship at the Altar, with Marie, whoever she is, in […]
MoreBrown Sugar and Women’s Graves being Dug in Rock n Roll Songs…part deux I guess…
There would be a time when I would feel unsafe when someone use a jibe that used my emotional response to my own abuse against me. The whole “so you don’t dig brown sugar….but you don’t see rap as bad..whaddabout Knoxville girl” – a song about domestic violence leading to murder comment would have thrown […]
MorePure Distilled Jim ..Croce
I have a secret vice. I like listening to Jim Croce. He could have been bigger than James Taylor, if it wasn’t for that fatal 1973 plane crash. I call it a vice, I guess Croce was never hardcore, he was never edgy, he flirted with easy listening, but that just makes him nice, and […]
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