Blame it on poor planning and the tyranny of the storage unit. Undue optimism. The boxes of unread books I might wish to plunder during these months of exile, awaiting completion of the house into which they will be unpacked, […]
Blame it on poor planning and the tyranny of the storage unit. Undue optimism. The boxes of unread books I might wish to plunder during these months of exile, awaiting completion of the house into which they will be unpacked, […]
Greetings, from the snowy woods of Eastern Kentucky. Now well into middle age, I find myself living in my in-laws’ basement with most of my belongings in storage. One thing or another, it may be some months before we are […]
In the midst of this moving madness (in which one wonders again at the wisdom of saving all that vinyl, all those CDs, all those books…and is grateful for what strength remains in the lower back), I had barely wit […]
And so, because nobody wanted them, I took the magazines to the recycling center. Two car-loads of them, saving out the boxes — at least the newer boxes — for our move. Toward the end of March, when […]
Every once in a while, it is necessary to obsess about a song. And so I have come here to confess that Ray Price’s 1963 recording of “Night Life” is so extraordinary as to be out of time, a singular […]
Been gone so long the buttons have changed. That figures. Something new to learn that I haven’t time for. That is, perhaps, the definition of our present age. Not my point. Every year since about 1987 I have compiled a […]
Obligatory self-promotion, with a hat-tip to my friends here who suggested songs for this one. The fine folks at WMKY (Morehead State Public Radio) suggested I should put together an hour of music about Thanksgiving. And so I did. What […]
Perhaps, like me, you are given to roaming the aisles of your local independent bookstore and stumbled upon Nashville Chrome, the latest novel by Rick Bass which is both about and not at all about The Browns. The cover looks […]
At one point, Philadelphia’s G. Love along with, perhaps, Chris Thomas King, bore the weight of the recording industry’s dim hopes that blues might be resuscitated and sold to a younger, possibly even urban audience. He found his way to […]
happens to oblige, quite by coincidence. My regular monthly one-hour foray into public radio is scheduled for the last Friday of every month. This time, it got moved for the pledge drive. And so it airs this Friday on WMKY […]
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