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A Song Worth Singing

“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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Something I Can Feel

This bar’s got a jukebox; for a quarter, you can hear the latest big-time songs; there’s no need to book live entertainment if all you want is just to sing along. Yes, I’ll take requests, but not too many; don’t … Continue reading

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Come Out to the Cherokee

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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My once sweet voice

My once sweet voice, so innocent and full of strength and power is now reduced to rasp and hum, its range half what it was. It rumbles, where it once so glibly glissed; the pure head tone has sunk into … Continue reading

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I Don’t Do Slam

Now when I say I don’t do slam it doesn’t mean that I don’t dig the meth-euphoric drenal high that comes when words escape at Mach and you roll like the Candy Man with those sweet treats to clear the … Continue reading

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I want to play live music again

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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After a Line in Rumi

Between the acts on the great stage the green room swells with life; like ocean waves the movement never stops. Each spent performer, bathed in sweat, absorbed into their entourage, glows with the energy of the crowd. Around the curtain’s … Continue reading

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