Creators
The escape through the belly of the beast seems designed to be put on a cinema screen. Fear of the dark, fear of getting lost, fear of drowning and of being shut in – all…
The escape through the belly of the beast seems designed to be put on a cinema screen. Fear of the dark, fear of getting lost, fear of drowning and of being shut in – all…
Colin Irwin, Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited New York : Billboard Books, 2008 Legendary Session 1. You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books… And dropping a barbell he points to the sky saying,…
5th Dimension, Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine June Carter Cash, Will the Circle Be Unbroken Krishna Das, Om Namah Shivaya Bob Dylan, Series of Dreams Sinead O’Connor, You Made Me The Thief Of Your Heart The…
This is by Nicanor Parra. Sound familiar? Parra. As in Violeta Parra (Nicanor’s sister). As in Gracias a la Vida. As in her own recording of same (YouTube hers, not Mercedes’s) As in try and…
“That’s all we did in those days. Writing in the back seat of cars and writing songs on street corners or on porch swings, seeking out the explosive areas of life.” —Bob Dylan, 1977 “I…
Lorraine Glass-Harris retired her 43-year-long career with the St. Louis Symphony in 2015. From early childhood, following the family’s dream of a generation of professional musicians, she studied the violin and contemplated the role of…
What I’m Reading This Week Raul Hilberg, The Politics of Memory: The Journey of a Holocaust Historian Aharon Shabtai, War & Love, Love & War: New and Selected Poems Nathan A. Scott, Mirrors of Man…
My mother was chagrined when I went from listening to the Beatles at age 13 to Bob Dylan at 14. “At least the Beatles can sing; how can your ears stand that?” Neither she nor…
November 1987 I attended the world premiere of Louisville band Led Pelvis in Lexington, Kentucky. *from “Country Metal”
Arnold Steinhardt, Violin Dreams, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2006 Like the hundreds of other people who had gathered at Saint Pius V Church for Dan Horkheimer’s funeral last August, I was moving between despair and disbelief…