The Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death

You’re always the oldest you’ve ever been. I was certainly that way when I discovered John Fahey’s The Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death. And I discovered it many times. Some records orbit your turntable, while some records orbit you. The aura and mystique of some dissipate while with others it grows like the jasmine in August. Nearly every time I hear The…

Lifestyles of the Truly Lazy

Narcoleptic Youth was shredding Hot Topic riffs while I made my way outside to have a cigarette. The patio was half covered by the same stained wooden boards that constituted the fence. It felt like a corral. “I dunno, I’ve got student loans and shit” an indignant feminine voice creaked from atop an Operation Ivy…

Monologues and No Encores

Caught between the bar and the sound booth, I slendered myself as much as possible for the people passing. I’m not giant by any means, but I’m capable of blocking a view. Unless I’m particularly engaged or with someone who is, I’ll tend toward the back of a venue.  Arms crossed so you know that…

My Summer with Tequila

Tequila goes down easy and sticks to your chest. It belongs in any collection of guitar music along with Chet Atkins, Link Wray, and the Ventures.

Can’t Get Started

Chuck Berry was released from prison in October 1963. His latest single “Come On” had been recorded during the trials that resulted from his December 1959 arrest. It failed to break the Top 100. Berry had spent the better part of the ’50’s pouring his soul into the foundation of Rock ‘N’ Roll, and all…