I am happy to report that Mom came through her surgery with flying colours and we await her return, with her shiny new knee, to the ABC (Arsenal Breakfast Club) at the Balmy Beach Club in the coming weeks.
Please allow me to start this column with an aside. Each year, I compile a list of albums I consider the best. Last year, I picked Lost Leaders‘ self-titled album because it had that indescribable something which made me come back to it again and again. I mean, I love this album!!!
My bones are aching like they’ve been played by a mad vibraphonist. Ah, the perils of live performance. The agony of the feet.But ah, the joys as well!
We’ve been swaying in the sluice of commercial music’s fetid breeze for so long that we’ve lost the ability to appreciate the slow burn, the rolling, creeping emotional wash of songs and artists that paint outside the lines of commercial success. The post-MTV era has led us down a path of saccharine, instantly gratifying need where our senses are over-stimulated – like a million neon roadside billboards or a caffeine rush to the soul in an effort to forget we live banal or uninteresting, tedious lives.
Cameron Carpenter: The ABC’s Of Rock – A
(Editor’s Note: Cam is tied up this week, and rather than let you be Camless for a week, I thought it would be fun to rerun Cam’s first ever column for DBAWIS from September 22nd, 2011. Have we really been here that long? The Camster (Carpenter to the Stars) will return next week with an All New Column…in the meantime, here is Cam’s maiden voyage from the long forgotten past exactly as it appeared almost 4 years ago….)
Pat Blythe continues her series The Women of Blues with this fourth installment on a Legendary Scottish singer….
Guy walks into the barracks, tosses a couple of albums on my bunk and it is a benchmark moment. You’ve heard it before, probably too many times, but it happened. The albums? The Allman Brothers Band‘s first album and Steve Young‘s Rock Salt & Nails. Both lodged themselves permanently in my collection and in my heart. Young’s was to take awhile but the Allmans’ was immediate. From the first note of Don’t Want You No More, I was hooked. Desert island time. Hall of Fame.