Big Sound Saturdays: Old-Time Psychedelia
I imagine that everyone woke up like I did, sucking down your own personal version of a growler full of…
I imagine that everyone woke up like I did, sucking down your own personal version of a growler full of…
It is spring. That is to say, it is approaching THE BEGINNING.
Yes, The Beginning. Welcome, spring! This mix sits squarely in the 10-ish year period of 1966-1977, plus an irresistible tune from 1987—the year of the mystical collaboration of Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, and Linda Ronstadt—and the wonky, dulcet tones of Josephine Foster in 2005. At its center, Merle Haggard’s “Ramblin’ Fever.” RIP!
Say fellers, I lost my little pussycat! Can you help me find it? Thus spake Zarathustra, and the Lord saw…
Welcome, pals, to the dustbin of history; the never-ending tale of the Tired Man! The story of men being “fed up with it” is just called “History:” “Make it new!” quoth irate facist Ezra Pound, and modernism gets an audience! Fuck capitalism!, quoth Marx, and the dancing table becomes commodity magic! I know it’s glib to refract a broad moral history through the single lens of male fatigue, but what I’m saying is that these songs of men feeling bored and agitated and sleepy—mostly, obviously, because of a woman—cast a broader, and deeper, line when they get all shuffled together.
Guest post! All the ladies in the club in the pre-war decades.
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We are deep into a strange winter in Asheville, my neck of the woods, and it’s about this time of…
What’s everyone doing this weekend? I, personally, spent Friday night in The Pit trying to figure out how to…
Good morning, sweet dreams ~
A thing I wondered about as I combed through 1960s girl groups, gris-gris, freak folk, regular folk, prewar blues, classic…
We’re excited to bring you a guest post from brilliant music writer A.G., who brings together queens and titans of 2015 for a year-in-review playlist you’ll love.