a requiem for those timeless good good good vibrations

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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. READ MORE

my review of paul williams’ “outlaw blues” for goodreads

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WHILE I HAVE USED GOODREADS AS A SOURCE on my web­sites, I have not ac­tu­ally par­tic­i­pated in the com­mu­nity of readers and re­viewers. Until now: I just posted my first re­view for Paul Williams’s book Outlaw Blues for Goodreads. Oddly, it is only the second re­view of this im­por­tant book (and the first was luke­warm).

Here it is in its en­tirety: it’s brief be­cause most re­views should be ei­ther en­thu­si­astic teasers or ven­omous put-downs. READ MORE

talking with ken barnes on his career as a rock journalist

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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. Nonethe­less, I cer­tainly don’t know everyone on that net­work, so maybe I was missing some­thing. READ MORE

on paul williams, the father of rock journalism

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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. READ MORE