Curations from the Human Jungle
[I always thought this guy was going to break through some day. He was handsome, talented, and genuine. Maybe that's not a formula for success these days. Rest in Peace, John Hammond, Jr.-- a true Silverback. SB SM] My college classmate, David Larkin, wrote this story about his personal experience with John Hammond--renamed Bad Bill... Continue Reading →
[I related to this, because I lived in Providence in 1965, and I was at the Newport Folk Festival on the night when Dylan first strapped on his electric guitar. And ... truth be told ... I was among the half of the crowd who booed him. Why? Was I anti-rock 'n roll? Hardly. As... Continue Reading →
[Have I told you about the time I met Joan Baez? It was ... you've already heard this? More than once? Several? What exactly do you mean "More than several?" Really? That many? Holy gorilla scat! Well, If I've told you that many times, once more certainly isn't going to hurt. It was at the... Continue Reading →