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sherrie-theriault's picture
Jan.09.2014
January 9     IN A BACKWATER     There is a place so removed, uninspired, ignorance flourishes.  I hate to go there.  I avoid it when I can. Today I could not avoid it.  Today I saw the gable end of a small barn, half hidden in the scrub trees.  On the face...
luke-james's picture
May.03.2013
Evan Harrar studied with reclusive Flamenco guitar master Diego Del Gastor in the early 1970s in Morón de la Frontera, a Spanish town in Seville province, Andalusia. I studied some of the basic's of Diego’s style of playing with Evan. He told me many stories about his 3 years in Spain. Some of them...
arlene-goldbard's picture
Jan.27.2013
It’s been one of those times when the pace of events—both interior and exterior—accelerates almost beyond reckoning. Granted, these days I get much of my news from “The Daily Show,” but still: Inauguration! Republican vote-rigging! Somalia! Egypt! I had a birthday with all the attendant thrill...
bob-mustin's picture
Dec.05.2012
image via The Atlantic Years ago, when my learning curve at guitar was a lot steeper, an old pal, Alan Joyner, and I played around with 5/4 time. As a musical metric, it was a mind-blower for both of us. Of course, Brubeck's famed Take Five brought that meter into prominence, not because...
SusanVH's picture
Nov.11.2012
  It was 1966.  Dean Kohler of Portsmouth, Virginia was a year out of high school and had just landed a recording contract with his rock band, the Satellites.  Soon, the whole world would be listening to his songs on the radio.  And then his draft notice arrived. But even in...
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Oct.18.2012
I am a sad human person when I click on my dash on Tumblr, and the we're sorry URL comes up.  I can truly say that I am addicted to the internet.  My poor niece sit's there and chats away at me while I type away.  Or she picks at my guitar, and makes sure I know what she's playing is...
alex-fraser's picture
Jul.22.2012
A fine Sunday.  Aside from the fact that I missed the bed in the dark last night, hurt my back, and almost smashed Son Guy's guitar, everything was coming up bright here in San Francisco.   After dealing with my Email (which included a nice note from Wayne the K. promising a return visit...
alex-fraser's picture
Mar.22.2012
Warmer today, perhaps a sign of the rain to come.     We had a visitor in the early afternoon in the form of Buddy the tiny toy poodle, belonging to a friend of Son Guy.  Bud E. Pup, as I sometimes call him, has had literally a bad break since we last saw him.  The person...
luke-james's picture
Oct.15.2011
I was eleven-years-old and we were still living in our tiny council slum. One bright and freezing Saturday in December I strapped on my plastic Beatles guitar, slapped on my Woolworths black plastic Beatle wig, and tucked my shirt collar inside my shirt. Then I strode out onto the "stage" that...
kathi-kamen-goldmark's picture
Jul.15.2010
Last November, our house was robbed. In addition to two cars (which were found by police and returned within a few days) and a little basket filled with Sam’s beloved dollhouse furniture, we lost a lot of the music equipment we kept stored between gigs. Most of these items—a keyboard, speakers...