Maximum Tuneage

I had planned to start off this blog with a theory on the perils of seeing the same artist twice in one week (a.k.a Billy Joel-itis), but th...

I've always been one of those obsessive music fans. If I'm into something, I'm really into it. Listening to someone and almost ...

I'm not sure what expectations I went into Friday's Jeff Beck/Eric Clapton concert with -- aside from the persistent rumor that Jimm...

Yoko Ono, an acquired taste to be sure. One that puts you in a very different place than where you started, that's for sure. And that...

I once read you're not supposed to start correspondence with an apology. Not that there were a lot of shows that fell by the wayside her...

Getting the elusive Woodstock vibe is easy ... holding on to it, not so much. Being in Bethel Woods is amazing. And then you walk into the m...

It's difficult to get me out and aboot on Fridays after a long week of Minor League baseballing. But the surest way to do it is to prese...