Galleywinter

My father passed away unexpectedly two years ago.  He was too young to go and it took everyone by surprise.  A myriad of tributes and emotions rolled through everyone he knew.  From his buddies toasting him with cold beer, to the old ladies singing gospel hymns and dropping covered dish dinners off at the house, to me driving his truck through the backroads of each of our youthful adventures, old stories told by my buddies who viewed him as a second father.  … Read the rest

His was a name known only by chief music aficionados and melody makers.  A master of the bass and groove.  A producer who used simple and sometimes unorthodox methods to achieve massively successful and acclaimed results. His name was George Reiff.  … Read the rest

I recently tweeted that I hadn’t seen a young band blow this scene up quite like the Koe Wetzel crew is currently since Josh Abbott Band circa 2008ish. That caused me to receive quite a few DM’s and messages asking me why.  … Read the rest

One of the things that first attracted me to this music scene all those year ago was the live show.  The songs hooked me first, but the live experience sunk the teeth in.  I’d been around concerts, but mainly of the big, arena or shed variety.  … Read the rest

The John Moreland song referenced in the title of this piece has been around for several years, but becomes more bitingly prophetic with each passing year (week? month?).  Dancehalls are dying and live music crowds are dwindling on the whole.  … Read the rest