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Posted on February 11, 2007 by John

I don’t want to spend another uninspiring hour in a smoke-filled bar pretending that I care about some great rebellion, or the poetry of freedom, dropping names of people that I wish were there. Even if I felt like drinking, … Continue reading →

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Leaving Something Good

Posted on January 14, 2007 by John

The kind of bands that play the music that I write these days seem few and far between; somewhere between grasping the brass ring and the consequences lie some broken dreams. Just for myself, it doesn’t matter much; but without … Continue reading →

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Come Out to the Cherokee

Posted on March 17, 2006 by John

Sometimes, it’s the craziest little line that starts off a whole chain of thinkin’. This one, of course, is not based in reality whatsoever; but it does beg the question … when IS that Jeff Rachall website going to be … Continue reading →

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I want to play live music again

Posted on April 27, 2005 by John

One of the experiences in my life that has been the most exhilirating is playing music before an audience. It doesn’t matter how big the audience is, really. I started out playing live music with my family on holidays. From … Continue reading →

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A Boston Busker’s Tale

Posted on August 17, 2003 by John

I sang a song for sixpence in the streets of Harvard Square Like Tracy Chapman did — I needed food But you need some extravangance to make your money there Most likely, all you’ll earn is attitude I tried it … Continue reading →

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Diva Las Vegas? Come on …

Posted on March 27, 2003 by John

Someone, please explain the appeal of Celine Dion. While you’re at it, convince me that she is to Las Vegas in the 21st century what Elvis was to the Strip in the 1960’s/70’s. And then, try to help me overcome … Continue reading →

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