Not long after I moved to Georgia I was out for lunch with a few of my new colleagues when the name Lester Maddox came up, and immediate...

It’s not fair to call Taj Mahal a blues artist. He is , but he’s so much more. For years I stayed away from him because I just wasn’t craz...

Charles Stewart (a.k.a.Chali2na) has had quite the career. Growing up on the South Side of Chicago he was inspired by the young, undergrou...

Movies about music and musicians are a dicey proposition at best. So many of them fall flat. I mean, how often have you watched one an...

     Last week we were pleased to host an in-store by chart-topping band Fun. But were just as pleased to find out that one of our attendees...

There's nothing quite like the vocal harmonies made by brothers and sisters. Something about their growing up together and sharing v...

I organize my record collection chronologically so I can keep in tune with the space-time continuum of music. It’s like they’re all part o...

Dead Ringers (1988, dir. David Cronenberg) Dead Ringers is the linchpin film in director David Cronenberg’s career, and it’s definit...

At the old Twist and Shout on Pearl Street, they used to keep the boxed sets behind the counter and off to the left, and it wa...

Amongst a number of Leonard Cohen aficionados this album seems to have acquired a reputation as a lesser recording in his catalog. My su...

November 2, 1984 I was 16 the first time the Butthole Surfers played in Colorado. The show was at the old Packing House. The place wasn’t...

Seeing two big shows in as many weekends readies me for the concert season just around the corner. Big summer show announcements are h...