Byrds 1965 airport copy

a requiem for those timeless good good good vibrations

THE MAJOR RECORD COMPANIES usu­ally re­leased new ti­tles on Monday, or at least they did in the ’60s. On April 12, 1965, I rushed home from school and ran up­stairs to my room and tossed my books on my bed and pulled my money out of my drawer and ran downstairs to the garage and picked up my bike and zoomed off to Joe Nar­done’s record shop and bought Mr. [Continue reading]

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talking with ken barnes on his career as a rock journalist

A FEW WEEKS AGO, I re­ceived an in­vi­ta­tion from a young mu­si­cian in Eng­land to make a con­nec­tion on the LinkedIn site, the “world’s largest pro­fes­sional net­work.” Re­luc­tantly I ac­cepted it, de­spite the fact that I have yet to meet anyone who has ac­tu­ally ben­e­fited pro­fes­sion­ally from any of their LinkedIn con­nec­tions. [Continue reading]

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on paul williams, the father of rock journalism

I WAS 28-YEARS OLD and living in St. He­lena, the heart and soul of Cal­i­for­nia’s Napa Valley. I had a day job learning the care and main­te­nance of plants at Four Sea­sons Nursery, which I en­joyed, as plant people tend to be friendly people. I was hardly wealthy—hell, I was barely sol­vent most of the times—but I felt blessed: I had a job and I was in love with a beau­tiful woman who was in love with me. [Continue reading]