Driving, Deja Vu, And The Lovin’ Spoonful

It's been unseasonably warm the last couple of days, and as I was driving through congested traffic yesterday I found a old song going through my head...and suddenly I realized that I'd been there before, and not just once but probably every time I'm stuck in heavy traffic in hot weather. It all started on … Continue reading Driving, Deja Vu, And The Lovin’ Spoonful

Not Just Another Guitar Player

As a geezer - a term I embrace although others use it dismissively - I try to write my opinions about the type of music that I think might interest my...er...co-geezers. But even if you don't consider yourself a geezer you might want to keep an open mind and read on, because you might find … Continue reading Not Just Another Guitar Player

Significant Beginnings Lead To CCR

Two significant births occurred about thirty-nine years ago, and in a curious way the two events ended up circling around and crossing paths twenty years later -- and affecting my musical tastes. 1967 was the year my son came into the world - which was obviously important to me - but it was also the … Continue reading Significant Beginnings Lead To CCR

Redefining Oldies — Round II

A couple of posts ago I ventured into risky territory -- I attempted to come up with a definition for oldies. When I say risky I don't mean that someone is trying to dynamite the place, just that the posting seemed to generate some dissent. Some disagreed with my opinion that boomers were most responsible … Continue reading Redefining Oldies — Round II

REVIEW: Virtuoso From Down-Under

Having appointed myself the arbiter of how music relates to geezers, I feel a heavy responsibility to steer my cohorts in the right direction when I spot something I think they'd like (or warn them away, in some cases). Recently I received an advance copy of a new CD titled The Mystery by Australian guitarist … Continue reading REVIEW: Virtuoso From Down-Under

Pokeweed: A Southern Staple That Inspired a Classic Blues Song

When I was very young and my dad was on the road with his job, sometimes my mother would pack a small  suitcase and her and I would walk down and catch the bus headed out of town. I'd be excited at first, but then time would slow down for me as the bus tediously … Continue reading Pokeweed: A Southern Staple That Inspired a Classic Blues Song