Hot Tuna — The Phosphorescent Rat
One of the great joys of the pandemic times (because you have to invent some joy during this epic disaster) has been the many musicians who, out of love or out of necessity or...
Ramblings about My Records
One of the great joys of the pandemic times (because you have to invent some joy during this epic disaster) has been the many musicians who, out of love or out of necessity or...
The deficiency of my Hot Tuna collection is a little embarrassing, especially given how big a Jefferson Airplane fan I am. I’ve always known that Hot Tuna was essentially Jorma Kaukonen and Jack Casady...
I wrote not too long ago about about how very, very late I was to the Hot Tuna scene. But in a very short time, I’ve really made up for it. Since last November,...
Folks, it’s been a long lockdown. I’m writing this in the latter half of December 2020, having endured what most sensible people have endured for the past 10 months. We’ve barely left the house;...
As I mentioned last time, I was thinking more and more about my Hendrix-less lifestyle. I watched all of the amazing performance at Monterey, and then listened to an internet bootleg called “The Blues...
Some people can’t even alphabet correctly, it seems. I was blithely plowing through the albums I’ve bought in the past year or so that I wouldn’t have covered in my alphabetical tour of my...
Back last autumn we finally decided we needed to subscribe to the Criterion Channel – all kinds of movies we wanted to see that had gone behind their paywall when they split off as...
John Hammond, man. I wrote just a few entries back about how we discovered John Hammond, at a day long blues festival at Saratoga Performing Arts Center in 1990. I don’t even know if...
Growing up when I grew up, of course I was exposed to The Guess Who. You didn’t get through the ’70s without knowing Guess Who songs, and probably even liking them. The Canadian band...
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