What I Learned From Elvis Presley: An Appreciation
As a kid in the ’60s, Elvis Presley’s hit-making era was dim and distant. Blame the Beatles. Blame Oswald. Blame television. But it was true.
As a kid in the ’60s, Elvis Presley’s hit-making era was dim and distant. Blame the Beatles. Blame Oswald. Blame television. But it was true.
I didn’t get decked, and I did ask Glen Campbell to sign my album.
Garry Tallent assured us that this “was not going to be any four-hour concert.” He laughed, “I only know one person crazy enough for that!”
In spite of various career frustrations, Dave Mason’s name recognition was sufficient to pack the Turner Hall Ballroom in Milwaukee.
Marty Stuart calls his backing band the Fabulous Superlatives – and, the thing is, they live up to his claim on every tune.
I’ve never seen anything like Captured! By Robots, and I’m still not sure what to make of it.
This wasn’t just any opera; this was the Florentine Opera Company presentation of Mozart’s ‘Don Giovanni.’ But that meant little to me, I confess.
I did not know Chuck Berry was a black man until he stepped on that Des Moines stage.
Jamey Johnson is confident and solid, offering straight-ahead country music that’s performed with conviction.
La Original Banda el Limon, Banda Maguey and others performed at the gorgeous Eagles Club Ballroom – a space built for the likes of Glenn Miller.