Tag Archives: commercialism

What Was It Garcia Said?

Posted on June 8, 2006 by John

What was it that Garcia said? “There’ll always be those in the crowd that want the beat and nothing more”: repetitive, and fast and loud, so they can dance. No need for words. Besides, a lyric can erect a barrier … Continue reading →

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Untitled for a Reason

Posted on June 1, 2006 by John

What a record label’s looking for I haven’t got a clue; it doesn’t really matter any more. And who’s at number one or rising up to number two? I’ve stopped pretending that I’m keeping score. I don’t expect the radio … Continue reading →

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A Song Worth Singing

Posted on March 20, 2006 by John

“People only want to hear the few songs that they know.” That’s what some will tell you drives live bands and radio: the lowest common factor in the drunkest, toughest crowd who only care to listen if it’s familiar and … Continue reading →

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Seasons After Spring

Posted on November 20, 2005 by John

I’m just an outlaw over 40 with no airtime on the radio today where each hot new hit’s a retrofit of juvenile emotion and cliche; but I’m laughing at the demographics every time I get a chance to play ’cause … Continue reading →

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Play the Game

Posted on November 7, 2005 by John

At some point, it doesn’t matter if your bank account gets fatter or you end up with the most expensive toys, always playing at high roller with illusions of control or desperate attempts at mirrors, smoke and noise. Despite all … Continue reading →

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Careful With That Rhinestone Axe, Eugene (Radio Free Nashville)

Posted on October 25, 2005 by John

Johnny Cash said that Nashville’s had a hard time figuring how to sell country to New Yorkers with boots. It’s a national advertising demographic thing now. Well, country ought to be personal and interactive. Nobody in new country makes you … Continue reading →

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No Shaman Left to Heal Our Tribe

Posted on October 3, 2005 by John

Come, dig the grave, but not too deep; the eighties were a shallow time. We spent a decade just to learn how to maintain appearance’s sake and delve with questions, off-the-cuff, in cocktail conversation bluffs. Come, dig the grave, the … Continue reading →

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