They are the most enigmatic band in the history of rock. I actually have a hard time calling much of their music rock. Maybe because only a smattering of their songs owe any allegiance to the blues. Perhaps “Ladies of the Road,” of which lyricist Peter Sinfield says was inappropriate for 1972, never mind 2022,…
I wrote here a while back about how great it was to rediscover vinyl. During the lockdown, as we were 100% remote, I implemented what was called Vinyl Friday for my coworkers. I would find the Amazon Music link to a particular album, as that was the most common streaming service among my coworkers, and…
A couple of months ago, Spotify found itself in a tug-of-war between Joe Rogan and those upset with his comments on vaccination. I’m not going to get into that debate, but it came down to Neil Young and several other artists pulling their work from the platform. Now, I’ve had Spotify for several years. For…
Taylor Hawkins died on Saturday. It’s one of those rock and roll deaths that hit like a bolt out of the blue. (Charlie Watts is another, and it’s even deeply affected his replacement, Steve Jordan.) Hawkins rose to fame when he joined the Foo Fighters in their tumultuous early days. What started as an interesting…
(With apologies to Tim Daugherty*) Growing up, all I knew knew of music was vinyl. My mother had one of those big console stereos from the 1960s. Unfortunately for me, she played Eddie Arnold, Elvis, Loretta Lynn, and Johnny Cash over. And over. And over. But when I received my first real album, the Saturday…