I was a punk rocker. A real one. Original Midwestern Hardcore Punk Thrash loud and fast and angry enough to convey the depths of agony residing in our adolescent breasts, the unspeakable (only screamable) pain of being trapped like a bear in a sharp leg clamp, tortured by the knowledge that we were ensnared in a...
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
Used traditionally, in most Western music the bass keeps time churning out fat quarter-notes based on the root of a chord. Ba-dum-dum-dum-dum. On his addictive new recording Tines of Change, the visionary master bassist and composer explores his instrument’s under-utilized sonic possibilities. The concatenation of squeaks, grumbles, twitters, growls, whistles, knocks, cries, howls, and, yes, nice...
