Tonight I joined the Scene of the Crime Rovers, Durham’s own honk band.
“Joined” might be putting it a little too formally. Basically, I showed up at a practice and at the end mentioned that I would definitely be coming back. There was much rejoicing. “Most people leave during the break,” one [...]
At one time, most music was free, spontaneous, and generated out of a community. This was folk music before it became a genre in the record store or iTunes. People picked up whatever instruments were at hand (or that they could make) and played not to be popular, not to get a hit on the [...]
This must be why mystics and poets record /
The slender incursions of splintered light, /
Echoes, fragments, odd words and phrases /
Like flashes through darkened hallways. - Rod Jellema