Give me your music, your art, your huddled masses of words and rhythms yearning to breathe free.
Dana Spiardi 
“Where the boys are, someone waits for me,” Connie Francis once sang. And just where were they waiting in my sleepy little hometown in the slow, sweet summertime? Well, let’s just say it wasn’t at our old cracked-concrete tennis court. But for me, it was someplace to go, and go I did – back in … Read more
One night in 1960, German art student Klaus Voormann went out slumming and came home a changed man. He’d just had an argument with his girlfriend Astrid Kirchherr, and set off to walk the Reeperbahn, a boulevard in the St. Pauli red-light district of Hamburg, Germany. He heard some raucous music pouring from the seedy … Read more
Anthony Dominick Benedetto – better known as Tony Bennett — may have been born and raised in Astoria, Queens, but his timeless love song to San Francisco would convince you he’d lived there all his life. Seriously, how could he NOT have left his heart in a place as beautiful as San Francisco? Well, the … Read more
Even if Bob Dylan hadn’t introduced The Beatles to marijuana at New York’s Delmonico Hotel, the boys would have lit up soon enough. From that August 1964 night onward, “let’s have a laugh” quickly became their code phrase for “let’s have a toke.” And laugh they did. At least until the infamous Sgt. Norman Pilcher … Read more
Okay, this is a strange story, but yer blogger is a pretty spooky gal, and she’d feel remiss if she didn’t pass on this ghoulish, but essential, piece of trivia regarding Buddy Holly’s possibly avoidable death-by-aircraft on February 3, 1959. The tale begins with a man named Joe Meek, a British songwriter and record producer … Read more