Plucked from the rituals of my satisfying but ordinary life, I was time's fugitive, granted six days to witness and experience sights and sounds (and fragrances, like the lemon verbena that haunts me still) that I never expected to encounter.
Okay, dig: If you're in or around Los Angeles, the charming, smart and hella talented singer-songwriter Ron Sexsmith plays Largo at the Coronet tonight, the 5th of June. They don't like it if you're late. Factor in traffic. Get there.
I personally was saddened by the iconic producer/engineer/mastermind's recent passing not only because I kind of bonded with him during our two interviews together, but also because his sonic fingerprints are all over so much of the music I grew up on.
Singer-songwriter Thom Chacon has elevated his poignant Americana sound alongside that of John Prine, Willie Nelson and Guy Clark, to name but three. Like Woody Guthrie's Dust Bowl ballads, Chacon's characters face hard times and desperation.
Red met White in a Keith Haring painting in 1982, and saw each other again that same year in one of the light cycles from the movie, Tron. Red was like, call me, and White was all like, I don't call, I return.