Feb 14, 2010
Apologies are in order -- in a general way, to the readers of this blog for having failed to update it in recent months; and, more specifically, to Joey Myers. Joey called Craven a couple weeks ago after having stumbled across Cravenomena. In addition to saying some nice things about the blog, Joey wanted to direct Craven's attention to his Flickr account, where he has literally dozens of amazing photos documenting a childhood (and adulthood) obviously misspent in the best way.
Do yourself ... Read More
Aug 13, 2009
Here's what's coming up on SONGS FROM HERE AND THERE, THEN AND NOW on Friday, August 14.
This week's show will begin, as usual, with the Mutant Pop Obituaries, our weekly nod to those celebrities and artists who have shuffled off this mortal coil during the past few weeks. This week, we will pay tribute to (in no particular order):
Les Paul, guitar god and recording pioneer
Indian actor Murali
Baatin, rapper with Detroit hip-hop act Slum Village
Billy Lee Riley, rockabilly great
Mike Seeger,banjoist and musical folklorist
Indonesian ... Read More
Aug 12, 2008
Categories: Music
I used to despise MySpace.
I mercilessly ridiculed the popular social network's cluttered, butt-fugly profile pages. I couldn't imagine a bigger waste of time than playing comment tag or shooting out bulletins to announce to the world when I'm ready to go to bed. (Of course, this was before I was exposed to Facebook's cretinous apps -- or, as I like to abbreviate them, "crapps" -- or the institutionalized Tourettes cyber-tic called Twitter.)
But when I started my Notes Blog and Podcast ... Read More
Aug 5, 2008
Categories: Music
Run, man, run.
Though your lungs are splayed across your ribs like the tatters of a burst balloon, and your feet are hard lead cakes that send rivulets of white-hot thermite squirting through your nervous system every time they piston against the Times Square cobblestones below — run! Run like your life depends upon it.
Because it surely does.
There are more than a hundred men hot on your heels, shouting epithets, their teeth bared like dogs and glinting in the pale glow of ... Read More