From the Archives Back in the early days of the Troubadour, around 2001-2002, we had a writer whose columns I would always look forward to. His...
On Friday, January 19, Johnny Ciccolella woke up for the last time. That morning he suffered a stroke that was catastrophic. Very suddenly, I was among...
I see nothing on the Horizon I see nothing from where I came I have nothing but the planks I lie on While my minds floating...
I love it when people talk about music–and blues music in particular. But that’s all it is, just talk. If you want to experience the blues...
The Blue Guitar, which first opened in 1961 by Ed Douglas and Yuris Zeltins, will be closing its doors on February 14. In its long and...
It was the nineties, back when the Gaslamp District was new, before it became the full-blown adult playground that it is now. Light, warm rain was...
Jazz is an inherently “live” medium. Despite the plethora of wonderful recordings that document its evolution, nothing compares to seeing jazz musicians creating in the moment,...
It’s an early afternoon at Nate’s Garden Grill. The aroma of burgers and brats on the grill wafts over the outdoor tables, as the sun peeks...
Tom Petty made me think of the “emancipated minor,” an underage teen legally separated from his parents, becoming free to engage in adult activities that would...
