José Sinatra, who has been with the Troubadour since its first edition, has decided to take an indefinite leave of absence while he seeks treatment for what he candidly describes...
I’ll have you know that I’m writing this while assuming the “down on one knee” stance–the silent statement that cries out and continues to grow in...
Just finished Philip Norman’s 818-page Paul McCartney The Life and am starting to feel that my own life might have a serious deficiency insofar as excitement...
The complaint this time has to do with lists, specifically ones that use the word Best or Greatest in their names. The Best Songs of the...
Earlier this year, I expressed my ongoing grief concerning the absence of my dear friend Tower Records. The years go on and the dreams don’t stop;...
Hose, this is your conscience. You’re getting too far out there. Try to share. Try building a rapport with your reader. After all, when it comes...
June 1967. That month, half a century ago, decided it was time to kick some ass and show the world how things should be done. It...
My memory has been a remarkable friend for as long as I can remember, which is a remarkably long time. But the price I must pay...
April fool. But seriously, folks: I’m actually writing this just a few hours before the official advent of spring and have been ruminating on purification and...
