I went to Reva’s birthday party. In June, of ’67, just after school let out. I didn’t know her well, but she invited everybody from Geometry class. We ate cake, we did the limbo and listened to music. I remember fingering her records, evaluating her collection. I came across the Incredible String Band. I never […]

I was driving to Brentwood pushing the buttons on satellite radio. Country radio is going through a boring phase right now. You know the format is fucked up if Jessica Simpson is climbing the charts, it’s got no RESPECT! You want to hear something just a little bit different, whether it be instrumentation or structure, […]

Do you need anybody? Last night I went down to USC to hear George Martin tell the story of the making of "Sgt. Pepper". Not that I usually go to NARAS events. But a friend I only know from the Internet bought me a ticket. And despite my arriving thirty minutes past the time of […]

What kind of fucked up world do we live in where a never made it Chicano cuts a better Bruce Springsteen song than the Boss himself? One in which New Jersey’s finest realizes this, duets with Alejandro Escovedo onstage and releases their collaboration commercially. Remember Slash Records? The hip little label with more cred than […]