We went bowling. Mr. Conley was a cool teacher. He introduced my family to skiing. He showed our class a promotional film about Mt. Snow and I begged my parents to take us and they did, but that was in February, this was a few months before, a week or two after I first saw […]

You know I go every year, to Jim Lewi’s Aspen Live conference. It’s the peak of the annum. Primarily because of the hang. Most other conferences are focused on breaking bands, most of which you don’t want to hear, and there’s little cohesiveness, you’re either part of the inner circle or you’re left out. Aspen […]

Hello Mr. Henkel, this is Harvey Johnson Can I speak to Penelope Ann? That’s what happened. Right around seven pm. Long before the Internet, long before social networks, teenagers burned up the telephone lines. It was a rite of passage, before we started our homework, we dialed in to catch up on our day. But […]

Our rockers, they don’t last long. I came to the Velvet Underground late. I didn’t listen to their first LP and start a band. A friend played me “Sister Ray” back in ’68, but I saw no need to buy the album, same deal with the Mothers of Invention, I had to come to them […]