Monthly Archives: June 2007


A new feature.

I’ll post a relatively new song and you give me your rating and review. I’ll post an overall combined review from your ratings and comments. Please rate the song on a scale of 1 to 5 stars, with 5 being highest.

First up….Sir Paul with Dance Tonight from the Memory Almost Full CD.

Please separate your opinions of the song vs. the video content, if you care to offer commentary on the video.


Posted by on June 29, 2007 in Music Today, rate a record


Live from Abbey Road

Studio 2, Abbey Road

One of the advantages of being tethered to my big screen TV, complete with every premium cable channel, On Demand and DVR capabilities and the fact that it’s my right foot that’s broken and not my right hand or all important right thumb, has allowed me to peruse the nether regions of cable television — both “real time” and tape delayed.

In my quest, I found that the On Demand Sundance Channel has begun cataloging the Live from Abbey Road series. Highlighting various artists via performances and interviews, the Abbey Road Studios remain alive, 75 years after it’s inception. In 1958, Cliff Richard and The Shadows recorded Move It at Abbey Road — a song considered the first “rock & roll” from Europe, and thus it began.

Of course, The Beatles made the studios immortal, but groups such as The Hollies, Manfred Mann, Pink Floyd, and others also utilized the famous location. As we all know, The Beatles final album was titled Abbey Road and provided the now famous picture of the intersection of St. John’s Wood.


So, now Channel 4 in England is broadcasting a star-studded line-up of recording artists that highlights three performances, with interviews interspersed. The Sundance Channel is featuring these performances every Thursday night at 10pm EDT, 9pm CDT. Additionally, Sundance is cataloging these performances on their On Demand channel, for your convenient viewing pleasure. Many of these performances have already made their debuts on YouTube.

Last week’s episode featured Richard Ashcroft, John Mayer and Norah Jones. Here’s John Mayer talking specifically about Gravity, and the “openness” and “simpleness” of it.


Norah cough**Mrs. Taylor Hicks**cough Jones gets into the complexities of writing on guitar vs. piano:


Tonight’s episode will feature Snow Patrol, Madeline Peyroux, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers.


You can check out the episode listing here, and here are a few “previews” of those to come:

Truth, Amos Lee

Bartender, Dave Matthews

Jolene, Ray LaMontagne

Put Your Records On, Corrine Bailey Rae

Blues in the Night, Dr. John

Slip Slidin’ Away, Paul Simon

Transformer, Gnarls Barkley

Volcano, Damien Rice

By the way, all you Feist haters….1-2-3-4 was used in a promo for My Boys on TBS. Toldya I’ve been in the nether regions of cable….






Posted by on June 28, 2007 in Amos Lee, Artists, John Mayer, Music Today


The Healing Game

Well…made it through the surgery and doing pretty good.  A plate and six screws heavier, now starts the healing game.  Brought to mind, Van the Man’s The Healing Game.  The title song off his 1997 album, it’s about the lost art of street singing in Belfast, Ireland.  From Guiness to Yeats, the Irish heal best.

Here I am again
Back on the corner again
Back where I belong
Where I’ve always been
Everything the same
It don’t ever change
I’m back on the corner again
In the healing game

Down those ancient streets
Down those ancient roads
Where nobody knows
Where nobody goes
I’m back on the corner again
Where I’ve always been
Never been away
From the healing game

Where the choirboys sing
Where I’ve always been
Sing the song with soul
Baby don’t you know
We can let it roll
On the saxophone
Back street Jelly Roll
In the healing game

Where the homeboys sing
Sing their songs of praise
‘Bout their golden days
In the healing game

Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like you’re proud
Sing the healing game
Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like you’re proud
Sing the healing game

Sing the healing game
Sing the healing game
Sing it in your name
Sing the healing game….


Posted by on June 26, 2007 in Artists


Are you “covered”?….

Once again, Colette, provides some great stuff…this time on the topic of “Covers”, i.e., songs of one artist sung by another. I’ve added a bit at the end about one of my favorite artists, but the rest is courtesy of Colette:

When a performer “covers” a song made famous by other performers, the results can be an awkward miss-fit and regrettable mish-mash. But covers you didn’t expect, or even imagine could make sense, can also be sublime, bracing and fresh.

A great singer can suffuse a beloved tune they didn’t originate with something different and unique — even if it’s from a genre not usually associated with them. An interpretation that does not slavishly copy the original, but feels equally valid, can reveal to you new facets of the singer and the song.

Here are some current treasures I’ve found:

There are so many great versions of the “Shoop Shoop Song” sung originally by Betty Everett. But none is more ecstatic, more transcendent than the young Aretha’s vivacious cover for the 1960s TV show “Shindig.” Her voice is so flexible, her soulfulness so potent, and her joy off the map. Note that her backup singers are digging it too, particularly the fantastic Darlene Love who gives Aretha a “you-go-girl” wave in mid-song:

One of my favorite should-be-better-known musicians, Laura Love, did this unexpectedly different and compelling version of a tune by her fellow Seattle-ite, Kurt Cobain. Her homage to Cobain features Laura’s unique “Afro-Celtic” (her description) vocals and driving bass guitar, as she remakes the song into a shivery and urgent cry from the heart:

Come as You Are – Laura Love

The “boy group” phenomenon of the 1990s largely passed me by. But lately I’ve been finding some marvelous clips in that genre, with the voices meshing and harmonies shimmering. It shouldn’t be surprising that the Backstreet Boys would cover the Beach Boys (who one might say invented the harmonic palette for later boy groups) . But that they do it with suprising flair in this charity concert:

When I Grow Up to Be a ManBackstreet Boys

Chuck Berry and Al Green are a generation apart, and their signature sounds are miles apart. But when Al sang ” Sweet Little Sixteen” on a Soul Train episode in the 1970s, he laid his own claim to Berry’s wily jail-bait tune. Al’s slow-cooking, seductive treatment with his expert band makes the song so much more sensuous. The yellow bell-bottoms are turn on too, and as for the arm in the sling….well, we all know the Right Rev wouldn’t be laid low by a little problem like that:

Sweet Little Sixteen

This is actually Al’s own remake of “Sweet Little Sixteen,” far more free-hand than most of these covers. He kept the title, the main phrase, the idea, but otherwise completely transformed it into something Green.

Music Maven ETA: Interestingly, The Beatles covered Sweet Little Sixteen, as well…giving it a definite Beatles’ flavor.

SLS, The Beatles….with Johnny B. Goode thrown in for good measure.

My first introduction to the great Alison Krauss and her fine band Union Station was this cover. The original was the first big single of one of the first inter-racial British pop groups, The Foundations. Krauss slows it down, gives it an acoustic arrangement with a bluegrass tinge, and sings it like an angel:

  Now That I’ve Found You – Alison Krauss and Union Station

Dark, caustically funny and right on the money about the direction the world is heading in, this Leonard Cohen anthem is raspily unforgettable when its author sings it. What the ever-fabulous Rufus Wainwright adds in: his more plushy tenor voice, a waltzy tempo and a more operatic sense of absurdity. This is from “I’m Your Man,” the Leonard Cohen documentary that includes a tribute concert:

Everybody KnowsRufus Wainwright

Tracy Chapman started out in coffee houses, wrote sensitive, topical songs sung in her trademark vibrato. I would not have guessed what a great interpreter of Bob Marley‘s rasta-reggae tunes she’d be. My favorite is her rendition of Bob Marley‘s Get Up, Stand Up, which she sings in concert. Couldn’t find a decent clip of that, so here’s another Chapman take on Marley at a Kingston fest in his honor:

Three Little Birds – Tracey Chapman

Thanks, Colette, for a great topic….keep ’em comin’.


Music Maven ETA2 — While not Tracey Chapman, here’s a pretty “hawt” Get Up, Stand Up cover by Ben Harper:


The burning question that I have concerning “covers” is this — Can an artist survive and thrive today by limiting their catalog to covers? While many artists of the past were never questioned concerning original material, it seems to be a defining characteristic of “real” music, today. Is original material required today, to be considered successful?


Marc Broussard’s S.O.S. (Save Our Soul) CD comes out this week. Ten covers and one original.



  1. You Met Your Match (Stevie Wonder)
  2. If I Could Build My Whole World Around You (Marvin Gaye & Tami Terrell)
  3. Harry Hippie (Bobby Womack)
  4. Let The Music Get Down In Your Soul (Rance Allen)
  5. I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know (Blood, Sweat & Tears)
  6. Inner City Blues (Makes Me Wanna Holler) (Marvin Gaye)
  7. Love and Happiness (Al Green)
  8. I’ve Been Loving You Too Long (Otis Redding)
  9. Respect Yourself (The Staples Singers)
  10. Yes We Can, Can (Allen Toussaint)
  11. Come In From The Cold (Marc Broussard)

Here is a preview of this much anticipated CD…Marc and Toby Lightman “covering” If I Could Build My Whole World Around You:

Notice in the YouTube credits that Marc sells CDs of his performances…”What a novel concept?”, she says sarcastically. Leave it to the Cajuns to think of innovative ways to make money and spread the proverbial “word”. GEAUX Marc!


Posted by on June 24, 2007 in Artists


“Pain”ful Songs

Ok, so I’ve got a one track mind right now. Given the “theme”, help me out with some songs that emote hurt and pain….those that leave no doubt as to what the artist is feeling. I’ll kick it off with these:

HurtJohnny Cash

Pain in My Heart Otis Redding

The Hurt –
John Mayer

King of Pain – The Police


Posted by on June 23, 2007 in Uncategorized


The Flexing of Muscle Shoals

Well, I’m back from vacation. I’ve got plenty to tell, so I’ll start at the beginning.

We went up to Muscle Shoals, Alabama to play a little golf at The Shoals, voted one of the top 10 public golf courses in the U.S. Located on the Tennessee River near Wilson Dam, the lush landscape provides a wonderful and tranquil backdrop for two wonderful 18-hole courses.

We had a wonderful time at Marriott’s Shoals Resort in Florence, Alabama. Florence is the birthplace of Sam Phillips, rock pioneer and owner of Sun Studios in Memphis.



Sam discovered Elvis, Roy Orbison, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and Roy Orbison, among others and is considered one of the Godfathers of Rock & Roll. This historical plaque was erected in his honor at the entrance to The Shoals resort. While we did explore the musicality of the area, first we played golf. The Shoals overlooks the Tennessee River and we had wonderful weather on Monday to play. Here’s a picture of Mr. D. and me on the 18th tee.


We had plans to play again on Tuesday, but the area received a few inches of much needed rain, as they haven’t had ANY since April. Therefore, we decided to explore Muscle Shoals a little and see if we could find some of the recording studios that helped to define “the Muscle Shoals sound”. For those of you who are unaware, Muscle Shoals served as a respite for many artists in the ’60s and ’70s to get away from the over-production of New York and L.A. and get back to the music and “real” recording. NPR did this excellent piece on Muscle Shoals and it’s contribution to some of the most ground-breaking music in Rock.



FAME Studios , started by Rick Hall over the City Drug Store, is one of the studios that artists chose to create music the old-fashioned way. These artists came to Muscle Shoals because there was a plethora of background musicians, beautiful scenery and literally, nothing else to do but create innovative music in this dry county. Click here for a complete list of artists who recorded at FAME. Some of these artists are also exhibited in photos at the Marriott Resort’s Grill.


Little Richard



Sweet Soul Music – Arthur Conley

Patches – Clarence Carter




Aretha Franklin

Chain of Fools



Percy Sledge

When a Man Loves a Woman


FAME is still a working sound studio. When we stopped by, we met Ben Tanner who graciously showed us around the building whose walls contain some of the best music ever recorded. I got the same feeling in the studio as I do when I go through Graceland. There’s just an aura there…you can just feel the talent.

Inside the FAME Studios

Framed Etta James album jacket on the studio wall.



Ben Tanner shows us the control booth.

The Muscle Shoals Sound is attributed to the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section who played out of the Muscle Shoals Sound Studio and were known as “The Swampers”. Forever immortalized in Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama…”In Muscle Shoals, they got the Swampers…..” The Swampers were comprised of Barry Beckett, Roger Hawkins, David Hood, and Jimmy Johnson and provided back-up music for artists like The Rolling Stones, Rod Stewart, Cher, Eric Clapton, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Paul Simon, The Staple Singers, Bob Seger, Wilson Pickett, and Traffic. David Hood’s site gives a good run down on the kinds of artists that they provided back-up to and here are some of the most famous. David’s son, Patterson, is part of the group Drive-by Truckers.

We stopped by the Muscle Shoals Sound Studio but it was closed, however here is a picture of another bastion of music glory.


More Muscle Shoals recordings:

I’ll Take You There – The Staple Singers

Sweet Home Alabama – Lynyrd Skynyrd

Still Crazy After All These Years – Paul Simon

Interestingly, both Angela and Zac Hacker (Winners in the Nashville Star contest) are now recording out of FAME Studios along with Gary Nichols and James LeBlanc, an up and coming Country artists.

Unbroken Ground – Gary Nichol with James LeBlanc

So, after our little music research tour, we headed back to the resort and to enjoy some libations and the view at the 360 Restaurant, that resembles a miniature Seattle Space Needle. The weather was starting to clear and we thought we’d enjoy the sunset from this elevated perch.


Here are a some views from the top:




It was absolutely gorgeous. We got into a lovely discussion with an older couple from Birmingham who were also visiting the resort. He was one week shy of his 90th birthday, as his wife very proudly let me know (more than once). We also had a great conversation with the bartender, Will.


Mr. D and Bartender Will.


We were having a very nice discussion and a nice glass of Frei Brothers Chardonnay, when I looked across and “saw” this picture. I had to capture it for my good friend, Shrew.


Now, what happened next was unfortunate and cut our trip short by two days. I had my feet on the bottom rung of the tall bar stool. I put the palm of my hand on the corner of my seat to “scoot back” in my seat. When I did the back legs of the stool slipped on the hard wood floor and down I went. Normally, this would have been only a humiliating faux pas that we could all laugh about. However, this time, my right leg ended up behind me and my ankle turned completely underneath itself and my full weight fell right on top of it. I literally saw stars but thought it was only a bad sprain, yet when I tried to walk on it, I couldn’t put any pressure or weight on it without some pretty significant pain.


We went back to our room (via wheelchair) and ordered room service. We woke up early the next morning (Wed.) and drove the 6 hours back to Mobile, complete with ice packs and Ibuprofen. Went straight to the Emergency Room where an X-Ray showed a fracture of my right fibula just above the ankle. They splinted it and referred me to an orthopedist on Thursday. That appointment showed that the fracture was actually pushing part of the fibula into one of my ankle joints and will require out-patient surgery on Monday to correct. Here is my current view.



Worse thing is that I will not be able to put ANY weight on this leg for six weeks. That means that I’ll have to give up my trip to see Taylor Hicks in Louisiana in July and no July 4th trip to the beach. Also, for the next week or so, my posts may be sporadic — this one took all I have for a while. I really am doing okay other than the nagging ache and soreness from the crutches. And, all in all, I really enjoyed the Muscle Shoals trip.

I couldn’t help but wonder why some of today’s artists, particularly those who are allegedly “all about the music” aren’t knocking down the doors at FAME or Muscle Shoals Sound to record there. I think there’s at least one new “Soul” artist that could really make a splash by recording in his home state where his “idols” once recorded. And, if Marc Broussard is the self-proclaimed epitome of Soul, why ain’t he in Muscle Shoals? And Joss Stone? Amy Winehouse? Amos Lee?

Wouldn’t the best “retro” come from flexing some muscle with The Swampers in the Shoals?


Posted by on June 22, 2007 in Travels


Rocky Raccoon


Cute no?

NO. Not cute. Destructive menace. Eater of Cat Food. Lots of Cat Food.

A few weeks ago, Mr. D. and I put a cat door, complete with magnetic latch, on our garage storage room. This way, our precious felines, Rosie and Domino, could access their food and litter box without “the neighborhood” sharing. Here is our cowardly duo.


Rosie & Domino

I say cowardly, as our spoiled and pampered cats allowed Rocky Raccoon to pillage their food and take over their “room”. Apparently, a wiley raccoon was climbing up a set of shelves to the open rafters, going over the top into the storage room, eating its fill, then exiting through the cat door. (The magnetic door restricts entry to only those wearing the magic magnet (see Domino’s neck), but does not prohibit exit.

Now, our two “babies” eat alot of cat food, so we generally purchase the industrial size, very cheap cat food. You know, like Alley Cat and Kozy Kitten. Thankfully, they are not picky eaters and absolutely HATE the good stuff. But I digress…. I mention this because we put their food in a large plastic bin that’s traditionally used to store charcoal. It looks like a giant cereal container. The crafty little varmit had figured out how to open the lid and basically feast on the tender morsels of cheap cat food. Of course, our cats nor the 19 neighborhood cats could not facilitate such a move and likely just sat there in awe of posable thumbs. Or maybe they just like cheering for the underdog and were accomplices in the “heist”. Cats are “double-agent” like that.

Well, the ‘coon was wreaking utter havoc in the garage and storage room, not to mention that they leave behind a filthy trail. So, Mr. D., ever the hunter, went out to Lowe’s and purchased a Raccoon Trap. After two tries, we caught the sucker. Cute, but mean as Lucifer hisself. We delivered him to Animal Control to be released into the wild far, far away. Maybe now, my cats will gain some weight. But I do think I see a hint of wistfulness in their eyes…

All of this raccoon wranglin’ got me to thinking about The Beatles’ Rocky Raccoon and just what was the point. Or was their one. So, while I’m away on a much needed vacation, give some thoughts on any interpretations or hidden meanings in Rocky Raccoon. Here’s an inventive video highlighting the song…

ROCKY RACCOON by The Beatles

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn’t like that
He said I’m gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon.

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon’s bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was McGill and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy.
Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner.

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, Doc it’s only a scratch
And I’ll be better I’ll be better doc as soon as I am able.

Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon’s bible
A Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky’s revival.


Posted by on June 15, 2007 in Funny


The Legendary B. B. King


It’s not very often that one gets the opportunity to see a living legend. So, a few months ago when I had the chance to get tickets to see B.B. King, I seized the opportunity. Through fortuitous circumstances, I was able to buy tickets at the pre-sale through the local arts association. I had my assistant order them for me and she came back and told me that it was done and that I had REALLY great seats — 3rd row, Center.

Now, Mr. D. is usually not real excited about going to concerts as it’s generally too loud for his delicate ears. However, since we lived in Memphis and had been to B.B.’s club dozens of times, I figured that it wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to go, particularly since we had such good seats. I waited for a strategically good time to break the news. Somewhat reluctantly, he agreed to accompany me and we were set. I received the tickets in the mail about a week later and put them in my purse.

When we got to the concert, we went to the bar and got a couple of drinks before the show. Since there were about 1,000 little old “ushers” all around, we whipped out the tickets to find out where the best entrance for us would be. Low and behold, our seats weren’t on the 3rd row…..they were FIRST ROW!!!

We were both ecstatic. I had my camera in my purse and I knew that I was going to be able to get some good shots. I have a fairly high resolution Canon point and shoot, but it generally gets the job done. See?……


The opening act started promptly at 8:00pm. Wes Jeans is an up and coming hard rock blues man from Texas. With just he, a bass player and a drummer, he put on a very tight set. He reminded me very much of a young Duane Allman.


A very amiable and personable young man, he had quite a bit of monologue for the audience and let us know several times what an honor it was for him to open for, and be on the same stage as, Mr. B.B. King. While his blues style has a harder rock vibe to it, he was able to produce a very fine version of Muddy Waters’ Champagne & Reefer. He also jumped down off the stage and went all through the audience, which was quite a crowd pleaser. Go out and check this dude out at Good stuff.

After getting the set just right and 20 minutes later, nattily dressed musicians in slick tuxedos took the stage. The B.B. King band, in all it’s glory, began to play. The heavenly horn section showed off it’s immense talent on about 9 different brass instruments. They were divine.


I saw Melvin Jackson (bottom right) years ago in Memphis at B.B. King’s (sans B.B.) and the beautiful sax that he plays is just as beautiful sounding. About 10 minutes in, Melvin announces B.B. King to the stage (as he has in over 90 countries), to a standing ovation.

He was magnificent looking in an irredescent patterned tux coat with black satin vest. He took a chair and Melvin “strapped him into” Lucille, the beautiful black Gibson, custom made for B.B.


On the handle, the inlay reads “B.B. King 80”, evidently given to him by Gibson to celebrate his 80th birthday a year and a half ago. Now, we are close….I mean like 15 ft. max. As he’s sitting down, he can’t see deep into the audience because of the low lighting, but he spots me with my camera and looks dead at me.

I click and I smile and I give him a “thumbs up” (I know, gooberish….but heartfelt.) He’s happy to be here. You can see it. You can feel it.


What an absolute delight this man is. So much talent and so much life. He explains to the crowd after a short guitar intro that his diabetes takes a toll on his knees and ankles and that standing to play causes him too much discomfort and he wants to be able to play as long as possible for his folks, so he is going to sit tonight….and, was that ok with us? Of course, the crowd goes wild and many people were throwing “We love you, B.B.” out all over the place. B.B. crosses his hands on his chest, making a humble gesture of appreciation. It was officially a LoveFest.

While I can’t recant the exact set list (as I was sitting there in slack-jawed awe, mesmerized by the stories, voice and fingers on the strings), I can provide some of my favorite moments. The first was Blues Man.


I was struck by the fact that B.B. looks like a plump Morgan Freeman (a talented blues man in his own right). The passion with which B.B. plays and sings is infectious. You “feel” him. And the guitar is simply an extension of his body.


In between songs, he told anecdotes and stories about songs and situations, developing an immediate and intense kun-NECK-shun ™ with the audience.

My favorite was his recollection about growing up in the country and going to town once a week. He joked about seeing an indoor toilet for the first time when he was in his ’20s. Then, he talked specifically about going into town and having a few beers on “the dark side” of the tracks. After a beer and a half and starting to feel 10 ft. tall and bulletproof, he’d sneak over to the “white side” of the tracks to drink out of the “All White” fountain, then run back across the tracks. He said he never understood what the big deal was regarding that “white” water as it tasted the same as the “colored” water. Folks roared with laughter but the moment was not lost on a theater full of Alabamians listening to a black man from Mississippi who has come a long way since having to sneak across those tracks. He made his point exceedingly clear and everyone absolutely loved him for it.


The set included some of B.B.’s best. You Can Have My Husband, Nobody Loves Me But But My Mother, Ain’t Nobody’s Business, How Blue Can You Get and Let the Good Times Roll (complete with crowd call back).

You can definitely see B.B.’s influence on these prodigys. Somewhere in there, he “tagged” in some Night Life guitar pickin’. He had the crowd thoroughly engaged with Ain’t That Just Like a Woman.

I am particularly fond of I Need You So.

He was particularly proud to do U2’s When Love Comes to Town, written by Bono specifically for him.

He even did a jig in his chair, much to the delight of the crowd.


He led everyone is a sweet version of You Are My Sunshine (written by Louisiana Governor Jimmie Davis), before finishing up with The Thrill is Gone. After an hour and forty-five minutes, he finished up and took a fierce, proud and appreciative bow. The crowd responded with a three minute standing ovation.


At the very end, he threw just a few guitar picks out to the audience, and my knight in shining armor ran up there and got me one, along with a necklace commemorating his 2007 World Tour. Got to give the man credit….once he’s there, he certainly participates. I lerve Mr. D. It was an absolute fantabulous evening and Mr. Riley B. King was superb. I can actually say that this is a highlight of my musical life.

B.B. King is such an awesome talent, great artist and genuine human being. His music showcases his evident emotion in each song, note and phrase. The art of music is in the effectiveness of conveying the emotion. B.B. King is a master of this art.



Posted by on June 14, 2007 in Artists, Concerts, Influences


To tide you over….

I’m still working on my complete write-up on the concert, so here’s a few more pictures to tide you over ‘ til then.











Posted by on June 13, 2007 in Artists, Influences


I Was THIS Close….Seriously.


SOOO much more to come….For the record, B.B. RAWKS!


Posted by on June 12, 2007 in Uncategorized