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...
Say the name, and the action is clear: Xerox, to copy; Google, to search; Maverick, to go it alone. The latter (the refined term is eponym)...
The word “flamenco” tends to conjure images of gentle hillsides covered with whitewashed homes topped with red tile roofs, of azure beaches and balmy nights. And...
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...
Wide awake and feeling mortal At this moment in the dream That old man there in the mirror And my shaky self-esteem. –Kris Kristofferson In the...
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...
At 10:43 a.m. on December 2, electric guitar explorer Mundell Lowe made a peaceful transition into the next world surrounded by loved ones at the age...
