Music for Diners: Here Comes a Regular
By Davis McGraw In addition to unskilled labor, songwriting and looking for pre-1979 Fleetwood Mac records at yard sales, my human experience has been defined, for better or worse, by days and nights spent in cheap diners. This column is about all those times, tracks, faces, plates and places. While growing up in Vermont, a...
Heartache To Heartache / Love Is A Battlefield
Love is a battley by Howard Lee Lyon By Howard Lee Lyon Some acquaintance (friend) was at the bar the other night pontificating freely, wrickedly raging upset and morbosed-out about some era-bygone classmate’s commit to suicide. They found him that morning, bored a hole in his face with a piece of metal on metal quick-action,...
Fleet Foxes, “Helplessness Blues”
If I Had An Orchard, I’d Work ‘Til I’m Raw By Taylor K. Long Sometimes it feels like a song has been written with a piece of you. Like someone invaded your house when you weren’t there, sat on your bed with a cup of tea, and looked at your old photos, read all your...
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