The Lost Art of the South
A gift from my musically esoteric boyfriend, my record player has been my
proverbial time capsule to the American Southlands I call home. I load dusty
albums from the past–kings and queens
Music & Performing Arts
Music from Life
We are often told that our sense of smell is the means of perception most
closely associated with memory. For instance, for me, “childhood” smells like
the hot vinyl upholstery of a 1980
The Return of the Old Time Variety Show
The Friday before Halloween sees queues for New York City’s Fright Shows snaking
round corners, but two Curator writers and a half dozen of their friends coiled
into Tribeca’s City Winery
The Stomping String Rock of Uncle Daddy
In our over-stimulated, access-to-everything digital universe, seeing a band
perform live is an increasingly precious commodity. When Uncle Daddy came
through town I knew I was going to get a good show, but
Boffo Socko Jaco
This article originally appeared in The Curator November 14, 2008.
Let’s start like this. Can you name any professional bass guitarists?
Mm-hmm.
And, how many recordings made by those bass guitarists do