For years — I’m talking a decade or more — this copy of Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness went unspun. It followed me from apartment to apartment, but it was never played, in large part because one of the two discs was missing.
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I’m about a third of the way through a fantastic book called Clapton’s Guitar: Watching Wayne Henderson Build the Perfect Instrument.
CD Monday
This was an emphatic Baby YHT pick. She’s pulled Keep It Together off our CD rack about a dozen times, so you could say this CD Monday has been a long time coming. Maybe she knew that they’d be playing a show in Richmond on a Monday (tonight at the National) and has been trying to tell me the whole time! Maybe she just likes playing with CDs and making messes. I’ll be sure to ask her when I get home.
CD Monday
It took me approximately .0135 seconds to decide which CD I’d drive around with this week.
CD Monday
Picking up the thread from last week’s CD Monday. Frank Hoier’s was the first version I heard of the traditional song “Moonshiner,” which folds the lyrics from “Sweet Heaven When I Die” into a verse.
CD Monday
I had the great pleasure of exploring Virginia’s Crooked Road music heritage trail over the weekend with Andrew Cothern (RVA Playlist, RVA News, Virginia Tourism) and Doug Nunnally (Sound Gaze, RVA Magazine). There are a zillion sights and sounds I’d like to share, and I’ll be putting together a bigger piece of writing describing the many reasons why a trip out to the Crooked Road is worth your while, but I thought I’d start by making Orthophonic Joy this week’s CD Monday.
CD Monday
I had the pleasure of meeting and interviewing Lindy Fralin recently. He plays around Richmond in a rockabilly outfit called The Bop Cats, and he’s known far and wide as one of the finest makers of aftermarket guitar pickups. (Check out this awesome mention in Guitar Player magazine.) The article won’t be out for a little while, but I’m celebrating earl by rocking 25 Years of Rock n’ Roll this week.
CD Monday
Still catching up after getting back from Florida. Mind if I squeeze in a belated CD Monday?
A few things about the Mountain Goats’ All Hail West Texas:
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