Johnny Winter joined us for a discussion on his terrific 2011 album, his biggest successes and biggest regrets – and why he always got in a fight in Dallas.

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by Mark Saleski In a review of this artist, one writer said, “Oh … my … gawd. I was transfixed. Mesmerized. Jaw aslack. A pop music deer caught in Lewis’s headlights. It’s just one of those things.” Yeah, I wrote that. You May Also Like: No related posts.

The last track on Pretzel Logic might be my least favorite one of that album, with that over the top fuzzy bass line. To some it makes the song nice ‘n’ fonky but I find it a distraction; I wanna hear Dias and Baxter’s guitars over that noise. You MayRead More

At the very moment I was waxing poetic last year over Italian whack jazz trio Neo’s last album Water Resistance, the band was in a studio in Chicago recording their next album. You May Also Like: Azymuth – Fênix (2016) Bucher Tan Countryman – Acceptance – Resistance (2017) Adrian YoungeRead More

by Mark Saleski Back in the dark ages (read: before the Internet) I spent a fair amount of time searching out new music by paying very close attention to the listings of my local public and classical radio stations. You May Also Like: How Bennie Maupin Left Mwandishi Behind onRead More

‘Levin Torn White’ ain’t for the weak, but it’s lethal combination of brawn and brains makes it the release of the year.

Salon writer Touré misses monoculture. This isn’t the monoculture of a Starbucks every 1 1/2 miles, bookending the Walmart and the Lowes. You May Also Like: No related posts.

The new nominations for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2012 elicited the usual wailing and gnashing of teeth — even amongst us. You May Also Like: Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Open Letter: Stop Being the Old Boys’ Club When John Frusciante Returned toRead More

After a desultory, red-light district blast of horns, the Wynton Marsalis-led Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra settles into this funereal rhythm, swaying from side to side as Eric Clapton rips off a few blues-simmered, heartfelt asides. If you hadn’t checked the liner notes, the song itself — a signature momentRead More