Saturday, December 31 1994
This record resisted me, or rather it waited patiently for me to listen to it on its own terms. Driving to and from work in
Maps of Tacit, Shannon Wright’s follow-up to her generally well received Flight Safety, is a collection of elliptical, minimalist songs that are linked more
I have met and have known a few A & R people from major record companies over the years. The job is hard work, and
I’ve had a chance to listen to more tunes by Kenny Wheeler than almost any other jazz artist (save all the usual suspects: Miles,
On first listen, Wolf Colonel’s second album The Castle sounded vaguely like a subdued Guided By Voices album I’ve never heard. On repeated
Internationally renowned for his unique flatpicking guitar style, Doc Watson is one of the most prolific and influential guitarists of the 20th century.
It’s quite a remarkable trick of reinvention to morph from the utter lameness of EMF into the indie pop chic of Whistler. Yet that
You may ask yourself, “What kind of thought processes go on when reviewing a new CD?” Well I’m glad you asked. In this review,
Hank Williams may well have been the first rock and roll star.
Weller has written an entire catalog of memorable songs—remember The Jam.
As one of Austin’s finest singer-songwriters, it’s regrettable that Kelly Willis spent the earlier part of her career as a minor cog in
As Jimmy Webb says in his quintessential book on songwriting, Tunesmith, “...it all goes back to Stephen Foster.” Of course, Mr. Foster is credited by
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A single guitar chord, then the words, “We are traveling in the footsteps / Of those who’ve gone before” and you can only respond with, “
I hate to say it, but the most interesting thing about The Witches might be group leader Troy Gregory’s history compared to his current
It would not be an exaggeration to claim that I spent the winter of 1990 obsessed with How Did You Find Me Here, David Wilcox’s
Neither as evil as Ozzy’s 1988 opus, No Rest for the Wicked, nor as funny as the film career of comedy giant Chris Farley, the
I could probably have you believe that, given the recent winter weather watch-storm-event-tracker mania of the Eastern half of the country, I’m huddled over
Immediately this album starts hypnotizing.
This band is almost impossible to categorize—and, for the record, that’s a good thing. With its members possessing perfect pop and indie rock