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Category Archives: Creative nonfiction music journalism
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I jammed along to Blind Melon’s “No Rain,” watching from my bedroom window as Adam pulled up in his old Mercedes-Benz. This was one of my favorite things to do. Rock out and night watch. There wasn’t a lot of … Continue reading
Posted in Creative nonfiction music journalism, Music
Tagged Blind Melon, Fishers, Indiana, Seven Mary Three
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Wibaux band rocks the Gem at album-release party
“Versatile, talented and entertaining, Mighty Big Jim and the Tall Boys are exactly what you want for a house band. In a town of 600 just miles out from the North Dakota border, they’re especially rare, and, on Feb. 17, they were very much appreciated.” Continue reading
Disappearing One: Chris Cornell says hello to heaven at 52
“If you don’t want to be seen you don’t have to hide If you don’t want to believe you don’t have to try to feel alive” – Superunknown “I woke the same as any other day except a voice was … Continue reading
Meet Sean Devine
Like Guy Clark, one of Austin’s finest, or the legendary Townes Van Zandt, Devine bleeds his heart out in his songs. You believe him.
But you don’t have to take my word for it. Listen to “I’ll Leave Anything Behind But You” or “Change Me.” “You can change your own picture/of the person you want to be/Change the face in the mirror/But you can’t change me.” Continue reading
Adessa Campbell, Unplugged: Central Montana native returns from Boston, performs intimate concert
Adessa’s mature sound is original, especially for the Central Montana area, as the music veers away from country and classic rock, instead taking more of a jazz, soul, blues and hip-hop route. Her deep, smooth voice is soothing and her melodies and progressions welcome her most impressive vocal talents. With grace and coolness, she makes performing appear effortless. Continue reading
Nothing compares…paying respect to Prince
Whether a Prince fan or not, I’d say it’s hard to be a musician and not at least be a Prince appreciator. And if you haven’t given him a try, take a listen to “Purple Rain,” and let it guide you. As I listen to it now, I hope he’s in a place that looks and feels as majestic as the song sounds. Continue reading
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Tagged "Purple Rain", 2016, grief, Love, New Year's, Prince
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Trippin’ on a Hole in a Paper Heart: a reflection on Scott Weiland
People ask, “What could have saved Scott Weiland?”
Grace would have saved him, just as it would have saved Jimi, Janis, Jim, Kurt, Layne and all the other stars who have fallen well before their time.
Jimi Hendrix once said, “When the power of love overcomes the love of power, then there will be peace.” For Scott, it appears love was more a lyric than an action he practiced. And without love, what’s left of a man? Continue reading
Responding to the Rasta: Ziggy Marley encourages nation to unify
“He wanted to lift us up, but it was clear in his words; it was clear in his tone and his energy that he was saddened by what he’s seeing in our country. It wasn’t like hearing “Imagine” in the gym, although that feeling would have come back ten fold if it was the fall of 2001.” Continue reading
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Tagged George W. Bush, Sept. 11, Ziggy Marley
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Kindred Spirits: reflections on seeing Springsteen with my dad
From the opening “Ties that Band” all the way to the “Ramrod,” which ended the second encore, I was hooked. At one point – I believe it was during “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out” – Bruce jumped on top of the piano and roared. Our seats were pretty high up, but I could see his arms up in the air and – thanks to the large screen – I could see the look of intense joy on his face. He was at home, loving every minute of the performance and giving all he had, which was a lot. Three hours with no break. Continue reading
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