There are many ways to describe music, but even with a wide palette of descriptions, that wouldn’t do Gayle Skidmore’s songs justice. She is indeed a...
“You look familiar.” Jeff Pekarek is examining me with one of those, “I think we went to high school together,” expressions. Beatriz Basile, his wife, looks...
It’s a festive crowd at 98 bottles. Unusual for a Sunday, the place is packed. Every seat looks to be taken, and folks mill about the...
In the liner notes to the 1968 Mothers of Invention album, We’re Only in It for the Money, Frank Zappa instructs all and sundry that, before...
They should have never asked me to write this article. I mean, what were they thinking? First off, Peter Bolland is one of my dearest friends...
The next time you see a live band in San Diego, look around carefully. The most talented artist in the room may well not be on...
The Seed I can’t remember where I was the first time I heard Jeff Berkley perform, but I can remember what I felt: everything. His fingers...
Rafter Roberts stands no taller than your average human male, yet his fiery red-haired head is filled with the minutiae of music, swirling and churning constantly....
Nat King Cole once sang of those “Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer” complete with “soda and pretzels and beer.” George Gershwin thought the “livin’ was...
