Saturday, January 13, 2018

If he's gonna be a cat, he probably would have one eye.

There is far too much to love here.

Robyn Hitchcock. Gillian Welch.

And a very handsome one-eyed cat.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

One Awful Monday

As if the news out of Las Vegas wasn't horrible enough, then there was the news about Tom Petty.

Tom Freaking Petty.

Who just finished three triumphant nights at the Hollywood Bowl.

Who just produced the new Chris Hillman (from the Byrds) album Bidin' My Time.

Who was just 66 years old.

Oddly appropriately, here's the last track from that Chris Hillman album.

Which came out ten freaking days ago.

Ten freaking days.

Fucking Mondays.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Really? 56? Shit.

RIP Grant Hart. Thanks for the music.

56? Fifty-f*cking-six? *sigh*

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Hurricane Wish

For those in the path of the Hurricanes...

May the worst nightmare you face in the next 24-48 hours be having this song stuck in your head.

Stay safe...

Thursday, June 15, 2017

This is Everything

I love Jane Siberry's music.

I listened to her first five albums over and over again. Saw her live a half dozen times in the 80s and early 90s.

And then I tried to get into her later stuff.

It was fine, but just never grabbed me.

Maybe she'd just moved on, following her muse to a place that was a little less my cup of tea.

I'd given up on the thought of her issuing new music that would thrill me as much as her old stuff.

And that was fine. She was doing what she wanted and I'm all in favor of that.

I didn't even know about this new album. And I certainly didn't have any expectations about it.

But... then... out of the blue.


Out of nowhere.


This fucking song.

That would have sounded perfect on The Walking.

And suddenly, in under four minutes, I remember everything I love about Jane Siberry's music.