Love is the Song We Sing: San Francisco Nuggets 1965-1970
Varrious Artists Boxed Set
I hesitate to write about music. In part that’s because I know others do a far better job of it than I ever will. It’s also in large part because I am skeptical of treating commercial products as though they belonged among the great art works of western Continue reading
The Year in music: A Titular Playlist
It’s time for my annual listing of the songs from which I borrowed my post titles. And in keeping with an old C-90 era custom I’ve also provided a Spotify playlist.
This year, I toyed with the idea of adding a blurb to each song listed below. But I think some things ought to just speak for themselves. These are all really great albums, Continue reading
That Girl from Arizona
When it comes to writing about music I seem to find myself stuck in the 70s. Maybe it’s easier to make sense of the songs I’ve been listening to for most of a lifetime.
Or maybe I just can’t stand today’s Swedish-produced pop music.
In any case, no female performer from my teen years stands out more than Linda Ronstadt. More than once I’ve referred to her as the first Mexican-American girl I ever had a crush on. That ethnic bit is true. The Ronstadts were immigrant farmers from Continue reading
On Monday morning, like many Americans in many towns, I’ll wander down the block with my son to watch the Memorial Day parade. For him it will be about the candy the paraders throw at the crowd (and it is a crowd). For me, though. it’s always about something more profound.
War is an ugly word. It draws out the worst in us and Continue reading
In my current suburban dad existence the things I used to be on top of take longer to find me. So it was almost two months before word of Wendell Holmes‘ passing made its way onto my radar screen. He was only 71.
Wendell was the guitar player in The Holmes Brothers, a blues trio–sometimes a Continue reading
It’s always best to begin at the beginning.
Sun Ra and co in 1955.
What did rebels do before Elvis? And what happened to them once he arrived? Some, I think, reconnected with their home planet.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
The place to start is Birmingham, Alabama in the second decade of the 20th century. In the year that Europe began its descent into madness, the Blount family welcomed their Continue reading