Category: Music
David Nance Group – Little Bit of Rain
The squatting tenant men nodded and wondered and drew figures in the dust, and yes, they knew, God knows. If the dust only wouldn't fly. If the top would only stay on the soil, it might not be so bad. -- from Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck 'Little Bit of Rain,' by...
Mt. Meru – Rose Street
On the very day of their departure Regine in all haste leaves her apartment in Nybrogade and ventures out into town in the hope of meeting her old love. And, as though the final gesture of a generous Providence toward these two persons whose life histories are so...
Meeping – Ultimatum
Sam: Listen to some reason. I don't like you. You don't like me. So, why don't you just let us disappear?Redford: Well, it's tempting, but we can't allow it.Sam: Do not... cross... this... stick.Redford: You’re doomed, Shakusky.-- from Moonrise Kingdom, directed by...
Mance Lipscomb – Farmer and Songster
I worked so hard in my lifetime, look like I dreams about it now. And I wake up in the morning, thinking I got to go to the field.-- Mance Lipscomb, I Say Me for a Parable I. The CottonThe southern extremity of Brazos County, Texas is covered by a broad expanse of...
Guest Post by Fluffy: Rainsticks – Cut the Corners
Hi, it's me again. Fluffy the Cat. Sometimes when the Food Guy is busy he lets me write his log post and then he puts it on the Winternet. Today the Food Guy has a pre-existing condition to help the Food Lady clean up her office and sort out all of her computer...
Low Ceilings – Internet Forever
Internet access is a basic human right. The words of my friend -- a charter member of the Wokenoscenti, those who have been placed on this Earth to provide the rest of us with the correct opinion on every social issue -- was a Statement of Fact, engraved on a stone...
The Soods – Oh, Mersey Days
The way in which I create myself is by means of a quest. I go out into the world in order to come back with a self... Nothing is absolutely dead: every meaning will have its homecoming festival. -- Mikhail Bakhtin We are each the weighted average of every person who...
Presenting the First Annual Reverb Raccoon T-Shirt Awards
I discovered Daniel Johnston in 2008 when I saw The Devil and Daniel Johnston. I loved his songs, and immediately ordered the iconic Hi, How Are You t-shirt from Daniel's website. I wore it the following year when I saw Daniel Johnston perform at the Austin City...
Six Songs for a Better Friday
Without government intervention, 90 percent of independent clubs don’t believe they can survive another six months of coronavirus shutdown. It could cause a near extinction of small music venues, said Jim DeRogatis, music critic and co-host of the nationally...
Guest Post by Fluffy: Crowded Shoulders – No Mystery
When I get up in the morning I go straight back to bed again. I feel best in the evening, the moment I dowse the candle... Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it. -- Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or Hi, it's me again. Fluffy the Cat....
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Granny
The old woman we called Granny was my mother’s mother’s mother, my mom’s grandmother and my great grandmother. Granny was born in Giles County, Tennessee, in 1872. She was 91 years old when I entered the first grade and died just five months shy of 100. She had white...
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