A long time ago, I was an aspiring, freelance music journalist. Well, I guess it’s not so long ago, but it feels like it. Read what happens when I pick up the pen and write about some music I have been listening to recently.
A long time ago, I was an aspiring, freelance music journalist. Well, I guess it’s not so long ago, but it feels like it. Read what happens when I pick up the pen and write about some music I have been listening to recently.
Just wanted you all to know that I’m still not over it. “Over what?” you may ask. It, man, it.
Well I had something to be said about recovering from Oregon Country Fair and feeling like a normal human being again.
And then Ozzy Osbourne passed.
I ramble about a band that starts with the letter G and why my answer is damn near infallible.
Honest question, is it weird to think that a documentary deserves a sequel?
This post is dedicated to my brother, Doji.
Did I write this because I’ve been listening to a lot of Annie Lennox? You’ll have to guess. I won’t tell.
This is not my usual casual ramble. This the second part detailing a playlist I started putting together four weeks ago, it is titled Music That Reminds Me To Dance.
This is not my usual casual ramble. This is a blog about a playlist I started putting together four weeks ago, it is titled Music That Reminds Me To Breathe.
What is left to say on the quality of The Dark Side of the Moon? It’s one of the greatest albums of all time? The magnum opus of the Pink Floyd discography? The most sublime production job of Alan Parsons’ career? The measuring stick for every sound buff’s next stereo system? The perfect accompaniment to […]