Spin the Black Circle: A Lifetime of Vinyl Obsession
I suspect that most OCD-addled, music-worshipping fans can point to one particular influence—pusher, “The Man,” gateway princess—who enabled their rock ’n’ roll addiction... read more
Listening to My Life: Brothers in Arms
My brother was a classic-rock kid, a Baby Boomer’s baby. Though born in 1983, only three years before me, Seth strode into record stores with the confidence of a guy... read more
Joltin' Joe and the Hospice Bed
My dad, who died a couple months ago, was not much of a music fan. He had the same small stack of vinyl LPs that could be found in millions of suburban American households... read more
Listening to My Life: The Sublime Years
Julia left last week—got in her little Honda, backed out and drove away. West to California. With her long brown hair streaming and her boyfriend riding shotgun. My oldest daughter, gone... read more
Hard Times in New Orleans
Last summer, I got a frantic phone call from my friend Jeanette. Her boyfriend had heard a noise in the front yard just after dark the night before. He opened the door, stepped onto the porch and was killed—shot in the chest... read more
Dublin Calling: How the Irish Bagpipes Point Me Home
What do I remember about my first seven years? I remember that I spent them in Ireland. I remember the rain and the pervasive grey skies that made every color on earth below—natural and manufactured—seem bottomless. I remember those rare sunny days that occasionally prompted women to stand in their front yards wearing bras like bikini tops, soaking up what sun they could. We were deadly pale, the ghostly descendants of Adam and Eve, and we felt no shame.... read more
Wake of the Flood
I hunched sniffling and red-eyed over the sea of copied cassettes scattered across the peeling grey hardwood floor of my Athens, Ga., living room. Sick-to-my-stomach heartbroken, solid food was out of the question: A liquid breakfast would have to suffice... read more
Listening to Old Voices - Daddy Wainwright
Rufus and Martha get all the headlines these days, but their old man deserves more than a passing mention... read more
Listening to Old Voices: Merle Haggard
Before bands like The Byrds and The Flying Burrito Brothers merged country and rock music, musicians from the two genres... read more
Listening To Old Voices: Richard Thompson
Sustained musical greatness is as hard to find as a Britney Spears chorus in the Norton Anthology of Poetry... read more
Listening To Old Voices: Remembering Ray
When Ray Charles died in June at the age of 73, few members of the post- Baby Boomer generations had any real understanding of his musical greatness... read more
Listening To Old Voices
Frank Sinatra, Chairman of the Bored to my barely adolescent ears, was mangling The Beatles’ “Something” on a late-’60s TV special... read more
Listening To Old Voices
I didn’t discover Joni Mitchell until her 1971 album Blue. I was holed up on a Christmas morning in a Chicago suburb, 16 years old—not wise enough to make it on my own and not foolish enough to pretend my helliday home was normal... read more
Nick Drake: Out From the Shadows
It was a bad fit all along. Painfully shy people don’t make good pop stars, and Nick Drake may have been the most awkward and unlikely ever to grace that category... read more

Where Have All The Weird Girls Gone?…
