This week, I bought a new little practice amp from my good friend, Jim, out at Texas Music Emporium. In truth, I have not put a lot of time into practicing the bass guitar in quite a few years. When I was much younger, I spend countless hours hunched over my bass playing until my fingers were raw and my… Read more →
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No Such Thing as Guilty Pleasure: Music I Love That You Hate
I’ve had a few discussions lately with people who, with varying degrees of subtlety, told me that many of the things I like about music are just plain stupid. They can’t seem to understand why I prefer melody over noise. They can’t fathom how I could dare to think McCartney was Lennon’s equal. It’s worse than being music snobs. They… Read more →
My Grammy Moment
Yes, I Twittered the Grammys last night (where were you, non-nerd?). As usual, NARAS provided me with a plethora (and, yes, I DO know what that word means) of material. There were Katy Perry’s melons. I’m talking about her fruit-designed set, perv, not her lovely, cleavagy bosom. Ahem. The whole set looked like a giant Carmen Miranda had heaved fruit… Read more →