Redemption of a music snob
Maybe you’re listening late at night to one of those rogueFM stations that broadcast out of basements,the ones nobody thinks exist anymore, and this melod...
Maybe you’re listening late at night to one of those rogueFM stations that broadcast out of basements,the ones nobody thinks exist anymore, and this melod...
You hear the framming and frailling of clawhammer banjo, you see St. Francis mindfully asleep on the upright bass, hear the brushes fall like wet snow on the sn...
We are given joy because we are given death. And heavenwill be its name until we arrive and know the true end of time. – Sally Ito (On Joy and...
You set everything aside for four days and stand in a river of rhythm and sound. There are shallow places, warm and lovely for wading; sometimes you are up to y...