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Ten minutes later my guest arrives, John Cale, never my favorite member of the Velvet Underground, always struck me as a method actor, ugh, though some people thought of him as a progenitor of punk.
A little-known fact: Jackson Browne was once a member of the Velvet Underground. Not really. But not far off. I have a correspondent in Tokyo, a magazine editor, who tells me that the current crop …
Getting rid of records, right, because of the goddamn quake. Like bricks, dead albums fall heavy. They fell and they fell — hard — and in five months of aftershocks have fallen some more. Less …
Black-clad boys and girls who think of themselves as alienated because they have begun to doubt the precepts of Christianity.
Titillated and heartened by the sexually ambigous rough-housing attendant to a performance by the Fastbacks in a Chula Vista Garage.
In the ladies' restroom of the Orange County bureau of the Los Angeles Times, there's a vending machine that sells Five shades of beige pantyhose. For a long time I've felt that the concentrated forces …
JOY AS I KILL IT Hi, returning your... Oh hi, I’m having another rock trivia game tomorrow night and I... Where'd, who gave you my number? George. Is that okay? Well, there's not much I …
The artist was born in the woods To get scared by an owl. — Harry Partch My friend of many years, Mr. Patrick Lindley, classical harpsichordist, composer, deposed royal, and musical know-it-all, said to me …
You gotta make money, man! Tired of being broke, man!” Charles McPherson Jr. — son of alto sax giant Charles McPherson — grins as he shouts over the music blaring from the boom box on …
In summer of 1969, when the Rolling Stones announced that they were going to tour the United States, it was one of the biggest deals to come along in hippieland in a good long while.
"Seventy percent of the people who are in Tijuana aren’t from the large cities in the interior but from the small towns," he continues, as a bolero spins on the turntable. “Norteño is their music.”
I moved to the Bay Area from El Cajon and the fifteen- or twenty-page letters we used to exchange dwindled down to a precious few and the next thing I know you had quit Creem.
“The harder gangs, like ESP — East Side Pirue — the Lincoln Park Bloods, if you was to walk through Lincoln Park,” says Camelot, pointing at Fly, “they’d kill him. They’d probably kill me, too.”
Wrangler’s Roost was country in “the pre-Urban Cowboy dog days of country music.” Wrangler’s Roost has run a country format for eight years. Only Country Bumpkin in Imperial Beach has been around longer.
Okay, he's dead. All this brand new grief and hardship never befell him; never will. But words on pages remain: What is their lot? Lester's standard fare was so paradigmatically “of the moment" that he was the rockmag shootist.