It doesn’t seem like it was 10 years ago. The day was Aug. 9, 1995. The time, if I recall, was around 11 a.m. I had just come out of a meeting to discuss a story I had been working on. When I sat down at my desk, a musically-aware photographer we worked with came… Read More 1942-1995.
The Wife and I just got our butts kicked down in Pittsburgh tonight. Widespread Panic is the real fucking deal, boys and girls. I can’t tell you what we heard — mostly because I don’t have a clue about what they play — but it was wicked and righteous … and I’m ready for more.
Chet Helms died late yesterday, a couple days after he had a stroke. Helms, who was 62, had a hand in shaping the San Francisco music of the 1960s that still informs much of what I am, musically and otherwise. Helms was the “leader,” if there really was one, of the Family Dog, a group… Read More a swell dance concert.
Uncle Crappy 