Give me your music, your art, your huddled masses of words and rhythms yearning to breathe free.
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
I heard your footsteps at the front door, and that old familiar love song. ‘Cause you knew you’d find me waiting there, at the top of the stairs. Those lyrics weren’t written by a heartsick bloke waiting for his lover to come home. They were composed by an artist recalling his boyhood days in a … Read more
Deep in the psychedelic wood, Where a rock-n-roll martyr plays You’ll find the enchanted neighborhood Of Brian Jones’s drug-haze days. Brian the posh, Brian the posh, A randy little dandy – all fine, divine. He’s Brian the posh, Brian the posh, A ritzy little glitzy old soul. I’d hate like hell to be sued by … Read more
As all dog owners know, male canines urinate in specific outdoor areas to indicate “top dog” status. Are men prone to pee in public to achieve the same goal? And just what tactics do women employ to establish turf? Well, that’s another story, and a lot more complicated. (Actually, I wish a power grab WAS … Read more
Rock blaster Robert Plant, like his Led Zeppelin bandmates, was known to have entertained thousands of groupies in hotel rooms all across the land, back in the day when cocksure male rock gods reigned supreme. But when Elvis came to town, the tables were turned, and Mr. Plant found himself playing the part of adoring … Read more