the history of rock & roll in a nutshell (300 words or less)

THE NUT­SHELL IS THIS: Rock & roll has had two golden eras, both times when the artists took con­trol of the mu­sic and its di­rec­tion and led the way. But that's not the norm for pop­u­lar mu­sic: the norm is for busi­ness­men in the form of own­ers, Artists & Reper­toire (A&R) men, and other "bean-counters" to say what's so. In the be­gin­ning, a bunch of old white men in the A&R de­part­ments of the ma­jor record com­pa­nies dic­tated what was recorded and what was played on the ra­dio based on their idea of what middle-aged white women wanted to hear. The ma­jor com­pa­nies (Columbia and RCA Vic­tor were the… Con­tinue Read­ing the his­tory of rock & roll in a nut­shell (300 words or less)

bravi bravata and the south they all ignore!

IF YOU'RE ON FACE­BOOK, you've re­ceived re­quests from friends to “like” a page of theirs. These "likes" are the surest way to have your page “shared” and cir­cu­lated on that so­cial me­dia plat­form. I re­ceive a few each week, and I al­ways have a look at these new pages—so it was that I dis­cov­ered Bra­vata. Peo­ple launch these to dis­play their phở­tog­ra­phy, their hobby, their culi­nary cre­ations, and of course their pets. The most com­mon re­quest I re­ceive is to like a new page from a band. Many of these bands are new, the mu­si­cians young, and Face­book is a free… Con­tinue Read­ing bravi bra­vata and the south they all ig­nore!

meet the new boss (true tales from the men's room)

IT WAS 1975, and I was out of my hip­pie wannabe stage. I was play­ing it straight; not out of choice, but né­ces­sity. (But that's an­other story.) I was still as anti-authoritarian as all get-out—at least when it came to bosses who were re­ally bul­lies with authority—taking crap from no one. Ex­cept, of course, from my girl­friend. In fact, my boss at the place where I worked was such an ar­se­w­hole that to this day I wish I had asked him to step out­side and duke it out! But I didn't. Be­ing the wuss that I was, in­stead of hav­ing it out with him, I was petty… Con­tinue Read­ing meet the new boss (true tales from the men's room)

just how did david bowie affect your consciousness?

HAH! THE ORIG­I­NAL TI­TLE to this piece on David Bowie was "Damn That Damn Disco Mu­sic!" But that was re­ally an in­ad­e­quate open­ing for the tone of this 'true story' about con­ver­sion. Then I dal­lied with vari­a­tions on "The Day I Came Out as a David Bowie Fan," which was an al­lu­sion to his an­drog­y­nous (does any­one use that term any­more?) Ziggy Star­dust pe­riod. Of course, that ti­tle is a play on 'com­ing out of the closet' to one's fam­ily and friends as gay. And it is a process that Mr Bowie seems to have made less dif­fi­cult for thou­sands of young men with… Con­tinue Read­ing just how did david bowie af­fect your con­scious­ness?

I thought they were the bangs, not the bangles

In 1984, Elaine and I were liv­ing in Scotts­dale and I was a wee bit en­am­ored of the Psy­che­delic Furs. When they came to play at the Mesa Am­phithe­atre, E and I sprung for tick­ets. This was a big deal for us as we tended not to like LOUD live mu­sic (was there any other kind in the '80s? or now?) and the of­ten rude (pas­sive ag­gres­sive?) be­hav­ior of "con­cert" go­ers. It was a damn near per­fect Ari­zona evening and we got there early to find choice spots on the grassy in­cline look­ing down into the stage. We were al­most… Con­tinue Read­ing I thought they were the bangs, not the ban­gles