While researching my previous post, “A Requiem for Multitudes: Revisiting Chuck Berry’s America,” I ran across this interview with Chuck that didn’t fit tonally in the piece. I found it on BuzzFeed, who got it from a now-defunct blog called Music Ruined My Life, who in turn got it from an actual printed zine from […]
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With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums I play not marches for accepted victors only I play marches for conquer’d and slain persons –Walt Whitman, “Song Of Myself” Who could’ve predicted that it was Chuck Berry’s 90th birthday on October 18th that brought me out of retirebernation? Fact is, I’ve been […]
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When we last discussed Brian Henneman, it was during his stint as roadie, second guitarist, and piss-taker-outer for Uncle Tupelo*, just prior to him forming The Bottle Rockets. He’s a great rock ‘n’ roll singer, songwriter, and guitarist, but Henneman is also a hilarious frontman and perceptive observer of the human experience. Those latter […]
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“The Heartbreakers blew everyone away, for no more reason than that they were just more experienced — they had their roots in R&B and rock ‘n’ roll. They were able to go onstage and draw on all that, whereas these kids (The Damned, Clash, and Sex Pistols) couldn’t draw on anything yet. Real rock […]
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Chuck Berry – Memphis Amazon http://www.box.net/shared/static/curbzy86dk.mp3 I’ve heard this Chuck Berry song probably a thousand times in my life and its devastating brilliance never really hit me until now. Don’t get me wrong, I always thought it was a good tune. If you asked me about it yesterday, I would’ve said the unexpected calypso […]
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