Five Reggae Albums You Cannot Live Without (Revisited)
Sean MurphyPart One: HalleluJAH: Heart of the Congos Great art knows no seasons. Nevertheless, some music is made for—or at least can be fully appreciated during—specific times of the year. Reggae…
Before we discovered the Higgs Boson we had Max Roach
I talk about Max Roach as often as I can, because. I talk about Max Roach because Max Roach needs to be talked about. The last time I gave him…
Miles: Still The Baddest (and Meanest) MF on the Planet
Lots of Miles in the sky lately. Just saw this hilarious (and oddly moving) story online today from the great old days when, in no particular order, Davis was alive, certain…
They’ll Never Put Me in Their Bag: The Continuing Story of Syd Barrett (Revisited)
When he died in 2006, after decades of cult-figure status and willful anonymity, Syd Barrett was arguably better known as the person who inspired one of Pink Floyd’s best albums,…
A Week of Americana. Part Six: Captain Beefheart
Don Van Vliet (R.I.P.), with his idiosyncracies, individuality and iconoclasm, represents virtually everything that is profoundly beautiful about America both as a concept and actuality. Like his compatriots Syd Barrett…
A Week of Americana. Part Four: James Brown
On this most American of holidays, it seems appropriate --if not obligatory-- to celebrate the most American of geniuses. It does not get any more American than James Brown,…
A Week of Americana. Part Three: The Doors
If the discussion is going to turn to American rock bands, it would be impossible to avoid R.E.M. Fortunately, I already dealt with their legacy and am on record declaring…
A Week of Americana. Part Two: Mingus Ah Um
If we're going to talk about America, we've got to talk about Mingus. It's really that simple. As readers of this blog know, while I don't go out of my…
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown (Revisited)
How do you know you've made an indelible impact on culture? Here's how. Listen: this story has been told so many times it is inextricable from the history of…
Soul Kitchen
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go... That is all.