John Lee Hooker – Burnin’
Do you have a record dealer who will literally chase you down the street with something he thinks you need to see? I do, and I’m not complaining. I was walking down to the...
Ramblings about My Records
Do you have a record dealer who will literally chase you down the street with something he thinks you need to see? I do, and I’m not complaining. I was walking down to the...
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...
As I’ve written before, I do adore some lovely French pop, especially sung by a breathy female voice. I’m not sure if this is despite my speaking hardly a word of French, or because...
Another one from Françoise Hardy, this one from 1965 and, as with her other early albums, only released with her name; the title came later from the most popular song. This one features some...
In the last entry, I talked about why I’m just buying Françoise Hardy records almost whenever I find them. She has a lovely voice, I enjoy French pop even though (and perhaps because) I...
There was a brief period in the mid-2000s when I suddenly went international in my tastes. Or, at least, French. I have always loved the sound of the French language, I have always loved...
When “Damn Right, I’ve Got The Blues” came out on CD in 1991, Buddy Guy’s first album in nine years, it kinda took the (blues) world by storm, saying Buddy was back and in...
The vast, vast majority of my music is not only from the often distant past. After my first few years of record collecting, in junior high and high school, I rarely focused on new...
Really, I should be a big Fuzztones fan. They’re right in my wheelhouse — American garage rock with its tongue in its cheek. A lot like The Cramps, but I think it’s more obvious...
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