It’s not often I get to participate in a private anthropological field study, let alone one that’s pants-optional. However, this weekend I’m a cultural warrior battling mano-a-mano for the soul of American music. Hyperbole? Probably. Essentially true? That would be yes. Wiggins, Mississippi, is the site of Wigginstock, a two-day symposium on the future […]
Read MoreSuperchunk: It Is My Life, It Is My Voice
Once upon a time, Superchunk was the little band that could. Then, they were the slightly bigger band that did. From 1991-95, they were a melodic punk turbine of flawless, in the studio, as songwriters and arrangers, and especially as a live unit. They got slightly bigger, and while their live shows were still […]
Read MoreMy Rifle, My Pony, and Me
If there actually is an “americana” genre, this should play during orientation. From 1959’s Rio Bravo, this is American cinema and American music at its best. Ricky Nelson and Dean Martin harmonizing, John Wayne admiring, and Walter Brennan basically being the old prospector.
Read MoreIt’s a Sammy Hagar Weekend
I originally wrote this piece in April 2009 for Star Maker Machine. However, I think it deserves a revisit, in no small part because this really is a Sammy Hagar Weekend. There’s the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in San Francisco, the Matador at 21: Lost Weekend in Vegas, and dozens of glorious college football […]
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