the unending fight to live up to my pen…
Lots of love and many thanks to those of you who voted for me as a Mountain Xpress “Best of WNC” poet for the third year. I had hoped to give each of you a kiss….but I’m afraid I don’t have that much Dr. Pepper chapstick. Thank you also for voting for me as a Mountain Xpress “Best of WNC” social media personality. This is my first time being named in this category and, since I predominantly use Twitter and Facebook to make people laugh, it’s an immeasurable honor, although I may ask one of my mathematically inclined followers to try to measure it anyway.
And now I’m going to do something which I rarely do….promote myself. Please bear with me, this is not something I do well. Sure, I’m great at letting everyone know which bands and plays to go see, and I’m almost always right when I warn people to buy tickets because a show will sell out, but I am no good at reminding people to come hear me perform.
To further illustrate my point, this is the first time I’ve used my website to mention one of my shows in several months, maybe a year. I have an email list to send out newsletters, but I only sent out one and it was in early 2013. Yep, the shoemaker’s children have no shoes and the girl who loves to promote everyone else never says a word about her own work.continue reading →
Before I share my thoughts on Rosanne Cash’s new album, The River & The Thread, let’s go ahead and address the metaphorical elephant in the room. Yes, I am referring to the “clad in black, full of charm, iconic voice” known to all generations as Johnny Cash. Because yes, he is Rosanne Cash’s father; however his black coattails have never carried her career. To me, the fact that they are related is almost an aside when discussing her music. An interesting association, and certainly it enabled her to gather an insider’s perspective of the industry, but this is not what has made her an Americana music legend.continue reading →
Yes, this is another “completely non-standard” album review. I’m sure there won’t be a shortage of actual music writers putting keyboard to screen about Steep Canyon Rangers’ brand-pickin’-new album, Tell The Ones I Love. In spite of that, sometimes I am just so taken with something that I simply have to write about it. I’ve owned the cd for two weeks, and I’d need algebra to figure out how many people I’ve talked to about it in person, let alone through social media.
“If Barbie talks to an average of 20 people a day, tweets to approximately 3,000 followers, has 825 ‘friends’ on Facebook and fell in love with an album fourteen days ago… how many superlatives has she used in the last two weeks?”continue reading →