Who? Young people may not know, but every baby boomer does. From back when we were all addicted to AM radio, before FM infected our brains, when a well-executed pop song was not criticized, but embraced. KIND OF A DRAG Oh, listen To what I gotta say Girl, I still love you I’ll always love […]

Oh my God, this is my song I’ve been listening to the radio all night long I couldn’t believe it was really him. I know I rail against albums, I know I decry the state of modern music, but the truth is I know every lick on Luke Bryan’s “Crash My Party” and I’ve been […]

And we always thought Ginger Baker would die first. Clapton might be God, but there was no Cream without Jack Bruce. He was the one who sang most of the songs. If he’d found his Delaney Bramlett maybe he too would be a household name instead of a footnote. That’s right, Eric had his instincts, […]

Speaking of albums… What bothers me more than the boo-hoo of those mourning the inability of today’s audience to spend time with today’s long players, never mind pay for them, is the complete disappearance from public consciousness of albums that are great from start to finish from the past, like Amanda Marshall’s debut. Credit for […]