At the risk of sounding like old man yelling at cloud…which is a risk I’m more than okay with as we slide into 2022…remember when we truly lived with albums?  It was common from all genres for you to keep a CD in rotation for months. You’d play that son of a gun until it was worn, scratched and faded.  Your CaseLogic cd holder had a permanent spot missing where the likes of Rollercoaster, Diamonds and Gasoline or #2 Dinner originally had a home. The convenience of streaming has pushed that mode of listening to a distant memory.  Sure, vinyl

Throughout the first four years of its existence, Mile 0 Fest has provided many memorable moments. The type of moments that you look around and realize they could only happen in Key West.  There are some moments that the statute of limitations still hasn’t run out on and we can’t print.  But, of those that are fit to print, these five below are five of the best things we have witnessed in Key West at Mile 0 Fest. 5. Jack and Charlie on a moped. In year one, all of Key West was more like the wild West as we

Another winter and year has rolled into Texas.  Steamboat’s MusicFest is in the rearview mirror.  Which means that it is Mile 0 time.  Time to traverse US1 down to the Florida Keys.  It’s hard to believe that this magnificent festival is in year 5.  Back in 2018, we were part of a select few modern day vagabond musical pirates that found ourselves wandering up and down Duval St with Mile 0 armbands on like we were part of some super secret, ultra club.  The town didn’t know what we had in store for it and vice versa.   The music and

It’s still early, but 2022 has already landed some whoppers on the music news front. We’ve got a Turnpike reunion tour that’s generating two kinds of frenzy…those that can get tickets and those that can’t. The Robert Earl Keen farewell tour that we just learned about will undoubtedly do the same. Whether or not you’re one of the lucky to snag a ticket to one or both shows, you’re going to be part of the fun. We at Galleywinter remain hopeful that this two-year time warp is finally untangling itself and the party will pick back up like it’s 2019.

The news hit my shoulders like a double dose of elephants doing jumping jacks and my gut like a broken elevator ride. As I watched Robert Earl Keen´s video announcing his retirement from touring and performing, I sat slackjawed as a whirlwind of emotions overtook me. Sad. Bewildered. Forlorn. I was seeking connectivity and began texting musician buddies, some of whom hadn´t yet heard the news. My proclamation that ¨This Bob Keen news is hitting me hard.¨ scared a few of them as they feared and assumed the worst. After a quick correction on my end we began to reminisce