Fairwell to the fearsome Prince of fantastic

Everything is purple today, but my heart is blue. The loss comes from an extraordinary artist disappearing. And I realize that I will never get to see him perform live. Even worse is the missing of his singular uncertainty. Of what he would sing or write or say or show next.

Prince was a new world for me.  I was a large, pasty white 10 year old farm boy when I first heard the revelation of his music.  Prince is why I bought that first James Brown CD at 15.  He’s why I could not satisfy myself with just ONE Parliament or George Clinton recording.

Prince is the tiny dynamite personification of why I love music.

My musical year in review – 2015

The vague creatures who paint pictures for my eyes
Carry me out over minors and
Bury my ears warm under the sonic sun

Best Discoveries

The first time I heard Chris Stapleton play and sing one of his songs I knew I will keep listening until I experience the loss of faculty to do so.  Mr. Stapleton had quite the prodigious year.  CMA awarded him “New Artist of the Year” and he garnered  a tanker’s anchor of other trophies.  He even got to duet with Justin Timberlake.

Chris utilized his years of inside Nashville experience and output to achieve recognition from the music machines and maintain his uber credibility.  To label him neauveau Outlaw is derivative to both the originals and Chris’ fantastic lyric and tune crafts.  I was fortunate enough to see him perform with Willie, Kris, Jamey Johnson, Shooter, and his talented wife Morgane this summer at:


That concert in Austin is the best live event I’ve ever attended.  It was another huge showcase for Chris and Morgane’s talents.  They can also enrapture from the other end of the performance spectrum.  Example below (Whiskey And You is one of the best songs ever created):


Kacey Musgraves also played the Outlaw concert.  I had heard of her before yet hadn’t examined her music.

I tend to prefer voices with presence, Johnny Cash, Shawn Colvin, Aretha, Sarah Vaughn, Alison Krause…  Kacey’s voice is not large or unique.

She sure as hell was born to write and sing great songs.  My understanding is that Willie Nelson has, as he often does, helped to guide and support her artistic life.  Her album released this year “Pageant Material” is a great collection of songs that highlight her lyrical wit combined with a great ability to create memorable sonic hooks.  Even a standard kiss-off song like “Keep It To Yourself” from 2013’s Same Trailer Different Park provides the point without malice.  And it contains the characterizations and interesting metered rhymes that make Kacey interesting.

My favourite of her output so far is “Family is Family”.  Damn fantastic country song:


I’m been making an effort to expand my funk horizons and the best thing I found this year was The Meters.  They were originators on the New Orleans Funk scene in the 60s and 70s.  Successful in their own right and providing backing foundation for the likes of Allen Toussaint and Dr. John.

Sissy Strut is the funky grove in my head all the time now:


My other favorite groove for the year is from a Colombian band – Bomba Estereo



Best Covers

I love a a cover song that makes me remember the greatness of the original song and amazes me by the interpretation.  Here are my favourites I discovered in 2015:

Learnin’ to Fly – The Weepies from Sirens (2015).  This musical duo continues to imagine and perform some of the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.  The album they released this year is a great celebration of Deb’s successful battle against breast cancer and how their entire family used music as bulwark, salve, and sustenance.

This cover was recorded on somewhat of a lark to fill extra studio time.  I think it is perfect:


As much as a bald, fat, married, 41 year old father of four boys under 13 can swoon, THAT’S how much I love Ruth Moody.  Her work with The Wailin’ Jennys and collaborations with artists like Mark Knopfler are beautiful.  Her cover of Springteen’s Dancin’ In The Dark is amazing.


I’ve long been intrigued by Roxy Music.  As I learned about musical genre labels during my teenage years, they seemed to not be any of them and live inside of many of them at the same time.  Lucy Kaplansky has been a longtime folk favorite of mine (along with Jonatha Brooke who provides the duet vocals).  Her interpretation helped me to realize that this is a true love song that also breaks my heart.



I Used To Be A King – Shawn Colvin.  Graham Nash wrote this song after his relationship with Joni Mitchell ended.  My opinion is that Shawn is singing this to herself about her musical career.  She is a tough, talented, powerful artist.


Might be my favorite Replacements song.  JTE performs this cover like he lived it.

Crossing Muddy Waters - I’m With Her (Sarah Jarosz, Sara Watkins, Aoife O’Donovan)

Written by the legend John Hiatt, this cover captures and extends the heartbreak of the original.  These three ladies combine their talents and I can’t stop watching this video.


If I was still a young man…

Pop songs are a pleasure I will never deny myself.  I rocked these on playlists throughout the year:

Cool For The Summer – Demi Levato

Empty Threat – CHVRCHES

I so love this Scottish band.


The House That Heaven Built – Japandroids

I wish I would’ve been at more concerts like this in college

Best Live Performance

I went to see Patty Griffith perform in Norman, OK at The Sooner Theater on November 14, 2015.  The opening act was Darlingside with who’s music I was entirely unfamiliar.  I was really excited to see Patty again.  She’s a diminutive powerhouse and seeing her at Cain’s Ballroom in Tulsa a couple of years ago was one of the best concerts I’ve ever attended.

Patty was at the end of a long US tour swing; it showed.  Her band was in fine fettle and Patty gave all she had.  Many I talked to after the concert shared my sentiment that she appeared tired.  I can’t imagine the road life of a performer and I look forward to seeing her next time.

The best part of the evening was the Darlingside.

When they first walked on stage my inner-cynic whispered, “Great.  Another hipster acoustic, banjo quad yelling HEY! every six bars.”

I’ve never been happier to realize the stupidity of my inner-cynic.

These four gentlemen are some of the best live performers I’ve ever seen.  They ruled the single microphone setup.  The vocals were washed in the warmth of The Byrds and the exuberance of The Beach Boys.  I particularly appreciated the mix of electric and acoustic instruments.  And, I’m also a sucker for incorporating a carbon-fiber cello.

They engaged our audience through music and conversation in a way that I have seldom seen.  I wish them all the success they desire.

Best Concert Experience

July 6 – Moody Theater in Austin TX.  Outlaw: Celebrating the Music of Waylon Jennings

One thing I proved this summer is that I take REALLY bad concert pictures with my cell phone.

For instance, here’s Kris Kristofferson:


And here’s a whole passel of my music idols – including: Willie, Buddy Miller, Kristofferson, etc:



Thanks to my father, I was able to attend this once in a lifetime concert event.  And even though I had to suffer through Toby Keith bullshit, I’ll never forget it.  The lineup was epic, the performances were brilliant; the company was the best I could ever hope for.

I also got to experience what may be the coolest music store ever: South Austin Music
Bill Welker is a hell of a man and I hope someday to be able to return the hospitality he extended to my father and me.

Cheers to 2016

2015 will be hard to top for me.

May your playlists be diverse and incredible.  And please share them with me.




I can’t take it anymore

This has certainly been an exercise.  Took me 2 plus years to complete.

I’ve been having trouble finding books to read recently.  I wander the aisles of the downtown Wichita Public Library and either give up or grab something at random.  I haven’t finished the last 4 books I’ve checked out.  This makes me sad.

My life is certainly busy.  The boys are growing up.  Playing sports, making art, building Lego ships, Science Olympiad, learning to read, making me laugh.  My last grandparent (Mabel) died last week.  My parents are getting older.  My wife remains as beautiful as ever.

I’ve read multiple articles about how Billy Joel doesn’t really like this song.  I’d agree that is isn’t his best.  I wasn’t alive for the majority of the historical artifacts listed.

I think that the basic reason I wanted to write through them all was to help myself understand what the past is, where is lives in my life, and how I should try to improve the future.

Thanks for sticking with me through it all. May we still burn on, and on, and on.


Hypodermics on the shore, China’s Under Martial Law, Rock and Roller Cola Wars

Hypodermics on the shore, also known as the Syringe Tide, was the result of medical waste being dumped in the Fresh Kills landfill on Staten Island.  This is how many of the beaches along the Jersey Shore looked in 1987-88:


I think Snooki is under that rock in the middle.

Speaking of toxic waste and ocean pollution…  According to this study, there are approximately 5.25 TRILLION pieces of plastic floating in our oceans.  A 19 year old Dutchmen has developed a boom system to start collecting all the plastic shit us horrible humans have been dumping.


This image is my generation’s Hippie flower in the end of a rifle.  Tank Man (real identity still unknown) solitarily stood in the path of Chinese tanks whose purpose was to clean out the student demonstrators in Tiananmen Square.  Hundreds (or thousands depending on the source) of pro-democracy citizens protesting the oppressive Chinese regime were slaughtered in the hours before Tank Man took his stand.

Now, the world buys everything from this nation.  The sins of consumption push us all beyond justice and peace.

The Great Cola Wars of the 1980s lead to hair on fire, diabetes, and horrible Super Bowl halftime shows.

The best response I’ve ever seen is Neil Young’s video below:

AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz


Ryan White is the first “face of AIDS” that I can recall.  His story is courageous and heartbreaking; indicative of our horrible human practice of judging first and understanding later.

I have never smoked crack.  Two wonderful ladies have kept me on the straight and narrow:

whitney houston just say no


Ronnie looks pretty rough in that picture.  Nancy must have mis-read his star charts.

Bernie Goetz shot four African American teenagers (three of them 19, one of them 18) in a New York City subway train on December 22, 1984.  One of the men sat next to Bernie and asked him for $5.  None of the four men displayed weapons or expressed the desire to physically harm Bernie.

Bernie’s response was to rise from his seat on the train, draw his unlicensed and unregistered revolver and fire five shots at the four men.

According to a taped interview with law enforcement officials (taken only after Goetz had fled the scene and hid from police or several days):

“If I had more bullets, I would have shot ’em all again and again,” Goetz said on the tape, played in a darkened Manhattan courtroom. “My problem was I ran out of bullets. And I was gonna, I was gonna gouge one of the guy’s eyes out with my keys afterwards.”

Goetz was arraigned on multiple counts of attempted murder, assault, reckless endangerment, and unlawful criminal possession of a firearm.  His case progressed through multiple iterations in the New York criminal justice system and resulted in a conviction on only one count of criminal possession of a weapon in the third degree, for carrying in public the loaded unlicensed gun used in the subway shooting, and two counts of possession in the fourth degree, for keeping two other unlicensed handguns in his home.

He served 8 months in jail.

There was also a civil trial brought against Goetz in 1996. $43 million was awarded to the plaintiff.  Asked in 2004 whether he was making payments on the judgment, Goetz responded “I don’t think I’ve paid a penny on that”

In my opinion, the worst thing to come out of all of this was Goetz obtaining hero status in organization such as the NRA.  Gun nuts probably have tramp stamps of his likeness.