Realizations are hard. Becoming fully aware of something, whatever that may be can be jolting, halting and alarming. It’s usually a cause for growth. A learning experience. When it comes to this music scene, the first realization I had many years ago was that it existed. … Read the rest
Comparisons are easy to come by, but hard to live up to. One of my most trusted gatekeepers of taste in this scene once told me that The Buffalo Ruckus was as if The Band met the Allman Brothers in Texas and never left. … Read the rest
We live in an era and age where arguing online has become a hobby. Our leaders do it, our kids do it, and over on Facebook your grandmother is doing it. I’m not sure exactly when we reached this tipping point, but it’s truly depressing. … Read the rest
“There’s always somebody playing somewhere.” That’s the quote the grizzled songwriter gave me post-set as he gazed out at the domestic longneck swilling crowd that had been nonplussed by his original offerings, yet exploded onto the dance floor during his loadout to the successive medley of The Wobble, Cupid Shuffle, Copperhead Road. … Read the rest
I’ve written many times about the role certain people had in shaping my musical taste. Parents, sister, friends, acquaintances. As a father, I’m currently trying to combat the inundation of societal Imagine Dragons type musical norms on my children with heaping doses of Shinyribs, Willie Nelson and Beatles.… Read the rest
