Bad Ingredients For A Killer Album

Gritty, filthy, angry, but most importantly pure. That's Scott H. Biram in a nutshell. He's a one man band that's taking over the Texas scene by storm. Forcing his brand of country punk music onto the crowns in the wake of the storm he stabs your ear with the twang of the guitar and raw lyrics. There might be dirt under the fingernails of this Texas born guitarist and lyricist but there's realism in his music like no other artist out there today. Before becoming the one man band he is today Scott has been in a straight out punk band called the Thangs and two bluegrass bands called Scott Biram and the Salt Peter Boys and The Bluegrass Drive by. But on his own is where he really shines, doing his own thing what he wants to do and how he wants to do it. It really works for him.
In his new album Bad Ingredients Scott mixes the anger and angst in punk along with the good time drinking and lyricism of country with a hint of blues. A stand out song for me on the album is a bluesy number called Born In Jail, its probably the rawest songs I have heard in a long time killer blues guitar and punch drunk lyrics. If your a fan of The Black Keys than you'll respect the shit out of Scott H. Biram. Clever lyrics is one thing that I love in songs, lyrics like "I can't seem to find you, no matter how hard I try, you always wind up missing, while I always wind up blind" on Wind Up Blind always winds up opening up my ears a little more and listening to each and every word a little closer. All of these songs are sung, played, produced and recorded by Scott himself but not all written. Scott does an amazing rendition of bluegrass legend Bill Monroe's song Memories Of You Sweetheart which is respectively less punkish but sounds amazing with his raw voice and guitar. He also tears the blues guitar up on Lightning Hopkins Have You Ever Loved A Woman, much respect. The whole album is not only worth listening to once but over and over and over again. It's a perfect blend of Contry-Punk-Blues, Bad Ingredients left a good taste in my mouth.

Son Seals Burns Up The Stage

I haven't been writing this blog very much lately. I have been busy with work and wasn't extremly inspired by much of anything these days to give a blog on.
I am a huge fan of yard sales, garage sales, church sales, flea markets, etc. You can never be too sure on what treasures you can stumple across at these
joyous events. Me and my wonderful fiance Virginia share this love, me falling towards the music and book sections and she towards the vintage clothing and
everything else sections. A few weeks ago I discovered probably the greatest gem I have ever found at a yard sale. A vintage 80's record player with stand up
speakers and a wonderful sound. With a 50 dollar price tag I could not resist. So just recently I could listen to my vinyl with great clearity and crisp sound
that I was so used to. As soon as I brought it home I started listening to my old blues favorites that Virginia brought me a handfull of from the states. Oh
what a great feeling to have them back and relax to, to just close my eyes again and fade into the twang of a blues note that just keeps lingering on and on.
One album in particular that stood out to be as soon as I droped that needle down on it was Son Seals Live and Burning. I was just blown away at his beautiful
guitar work. What made it even better was how you can hear the crowd in the background just inches away from him feel the blues. They felt the way Seals played
that night and just couldn't be quite over it. From Seals blues licks and AC Reeds Jazz Sax, the two of them trading off and the crowd benifiting from each
back and forth fight to the finish. The only winners were the crowd at Wise Fools Pub in Chicago that night. They got every bit of Seals and his band, from start
to finish he took peoples breath away and left them in wonder of the blues. If your even in the mood to pop on a record, 8track, tape, cd or anything and just be
taken away. To hear blues at its truest form, a musician having fun with the crowd and bantering between sets. Its all about having fun on this live album and
you can hear it through every track and every note that Son Seals plays the blues not because of the profit but because he was born to play the blues, every
inch of his body from his feet stomping to his finders plucking hes all blues and blues is all him. Give Live and Burning a listen with your eyes closed and your
ears open to every lick of the guitar, blow of the horn, beat of the drum and pluck of the base.

From The Dirt In The Gutter To The Light Of The Stage

If there was ever a Cinderella story for the blues RL Burnside wrote the book. There has to be hundreds of starting off from nothing and than being recognized for brilliance in the world of the blues, but nothing compares to Burnside's story. He almost never made it and if he didn't it probably wouldn't have mattered. He did what he loved doing all his life and that made for a wonderful life considered by him. Growing up in the backwoods of the delta and playing around great musicians he never really cut an album until later in his life. He was rediscovered by a dj who started mixing his albums at shows and it helped burst him into a whole new level of popularity. RL's music is a whole new sound of riff infused blues that is a close cousin to punk. Its hard and in your face, there's no 5 thousand dollar guitar or 3 grand amps. Just RL and a old beat up guitar and one speaker, its all he needs and he makes it sound like dirty blues, blues that will make your skin crawl and ears listen. RL is a wonderful talent that will be missed in the blues world but its great to see that he wasn't left there in the gutter, that he was found and recognized for his talent.

Muddys Birthday

Today is the great Muddy Waters birthday. The innovator of the electric blues, up there with T Bone Walker. Muddy has done more for the blues in Chicago than any other musician there is, rival of Howlin Wolf and friend of Willie Dixon, he has exploded the careers of Johnny Winter, Little Walter, Jimmie Rogers, and James Cotton. Growing up he would go to shows and learn from the greats such as Son House, Robert Johnson, Big Bill Broonzy, etc. His career would flourish and drop from the 60s to the early 80s. Ups and downs ravished Waters but he never said die, he even taken his music to a whole new level after joining up with Johnny Winter in the 80s and releasing two great albums. Muddy passed away on April 30, 1983 but his influences are immense, millions have covered his songs from Led Zepplin, Humple Pie, Bob Dylan, Allman Brothers, Jeff Beck, Cream, Jimi Hendrex, just to name a few. Even the Rolling Stones named their band after the Muddy Waters hit of the same name. Even The Beatles reference him in their song Come Together. There's no denying Muddy's influence in not only blues but rock from 40 years ago to today. He shall never be forgotten and his great contribution to music will forever be appreciated.

A Winter Storm

With today's health problems crippling him to a chair onstage, not able to stand anymore and tilt his head back like he used to in his hayday Johnny Winter still has the blues. He lived the blues probably more than any beat down black man from the south could ever live in a hundred years. Being persecuted at first for being not only a white man singing the blues but an albino man singing the blues. But the persecution came to a halt as soon as Winter starting playing his guitar. Fast fingers and pin point accuracy alongside that sharp bluesy voice made him what he was and still is today, one of the greatest blues rockers of all time. Drug addiction has been painfully a monkey on the back of Winter, even his manager would pump him full of drugs just to steal money from him. But after all the hardships and troubles Winter is still pressing on today playing the halls and bars all around the country. Winter was the first musician to break the million dollar mark for an album from Columbia records on his debut self titled album Johnny Winter. Which I am currently right now listening to on vinyl and can never get sick of. This video is a testament to Winter's ability to silent crowds with his playing. At one point you catch a glimpse of Eric Burden of The Animals admiring just how can a man play the blues so well effortlessly. Today's music does not have the same impact as it was back in the 60s. Today you cant go to some random club with just a few dozen people and watch an artist like Johnny Winter put on a performance of a lifetime with smoke filling the room and booze flowing like a river. It gives the ambiance that just cant be redone today unfortunately. These days you will have to crowd into a stadium or large venue, uncomfortably crammed into a tight space, forced next to people you dont even know and pay over priced tickets to do so. Gone is the day where musicians play just to play and for the fun of it, today its all about the big dollar. Only places like Austin Texas can you see legends any night of the week either playing a show at a small bar or walking the streets enjoying the street music alongside everyone else. These places cant go unrecognized and the same goes for the great Johnny Winter.

Blind Sunday Gospel Blues

This is one of my all time favorite blues gospel songs. Theres something about Blind Willie Mctell's voice in this song that just gives you the chills. As if fighting for his soul with all the bad that hes done, if he just does good and builds its up (timber) he can build himself a spot in heaven (mansion). Gospel music had a lot of influence in old blues music. Hope that their was a better time ahead. The blues was built around sorrow where gospel was built around peace from that very sorrow. When blues musicians play traditional gospel songs they sing with every bit of power and heart. Mctell was one of the greats in blues and should never be forgotten and so shouldn't this song.

The Darkest Blues You'll Ever Hear

There are no words needed to be said on this song. The moans and strings says it all. Bluesman Blind Willie Johnson nailed it on Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground. Its sound can silence a barking dog or a howling wolf. As soon as you hear Johnsons first moan you know why this song was the favorite of alot of blues singers. Ry Cooder said that it was the greatest blues song ever written. It defined what blues was and how it should feel, cold, dark, lonesome, sadness, pain.

Rather Be The Devil

When you think of the blues you think deep voiced, manly, so low it makes you just cry in your hands. Skip James goes the other route, he takes it high, so high that its depressing in its self. Sounding whiny and depressed. His distinctive voice got him recognition from thousands of fans at the Newport folk festival in the late 60s. Devil Got My Woman is a song about a woman that is so mean and low down, he would rather face the devil himself than deal with her. The blues at its best.

Gallager is the cloverleaf bluesman

The greatest irish blues guitarist to ever kiss the blarney stone. Rory Gallager has amazed fans and legendary guitarists all around. His amazing slide playing on this video blows me away. His voice sounds alot like Johnny Winter in a good way. Both has the soul and passion that one needs to sing the blues.

These blues will rock ya so much it will make you Seasick

He's been tearing up the blues scene all over Europe. Keeping the old world blues tradition. With an old junk shop personality and look he plays the blues like no one else can, keeping your feet stomping and heart thumping. There's always hands clapping and people smiling when Seasick Steve starts strumming his 3 string broken down guitar and a wooden box he carries around to every show with a Mississippi license plate nailed on the front that he calls the Mississippi stomp box, he kicks with his foot and heal with every force like it was his last show. Its amazing that a old man like Steve can still make it in a world of multi million dollar rock stars with concert hype and budgets to support a small town for life. But hes finally made it after all the hoboin around the world with his trusty guitar and dog pal, playing the street corners like the true blue blues singers of yesteryear. Son House, Leadbelly, Blind lemon Jefferson, Robert Johnson, etc they all didn't have million dollar contracts, or even a place to live. They all started in the streets like Steve. Most blues singers never lived to see their true potential to reach the masses, to be respected by millions and envied by billions. Seasick Steve made it like all those blues legends of the 30's and 40's so i saw congrats and i suggest everyone to take the time and listen to a true talent that brought himself up from the gutter and make something of himself and his music.

The Son Is Shining

One man has a spot on top of the blues world. He’s not a multi millionaire like Eric Clapton. He’s not covered by millions like Robert Johnson or Willie Dixon. He’s not considered the greatest guitar player to ever live like Jimi Hendrix or Page. In retrospect he didn’t see much fame at all until in his later years and not much then.  His name is Eddie James House Jr., more commonly known as the great Son House.

House was born on March 21, 1902 in Riverton Mississippi. By the age of 7 he and his mother left his father and moved to Tallulah, Louisiana. There a young Eddie House was determined to become a Baptist preacher and by the age of 15 he began his preaching career. He rejected the church’s firm stance against blues music; House was attracted to it and taught himself the guitar by his mid-20’s. Inspired by a traveling musician named Willie Wilson, Son House traveled around Mississippi and Tennessee with such legendary blues musicians such as Charley Patton,  Robert Johnson, Willie Brown and Fiddlin’ Joe Martin.

To give House more of a blues credibility he spent 2 years at the Parchment Farm State Penitentiary. He spent all of 1928 and 1929 in the prison after allegedly killing a man and receiving a 15 year sentence. The story goes Son House was working a juke joint one night when a man came in and started shooting everyone. House got shot in the leg then shot and killed the man. It was self defense but Son still did the time.

Son’s early recordings can be heard on Paramount in the 1930’s and later he was recorded by Alan Lomax for his Library of Congress recordings in 1941 and 1942.

After that he faded into black. He was rediscovered in the 1960 after the huge country blues revival. He was found after a long search in the Mississippi delta region by Nick Perls, Dick Waterman and Phil Spiro. They could not find him in the delta but later found him in Rochester, New York where he has lived since 1943. He had been working for the New York Central Railroad there and hasn’t played music in years. He had no idea that so many great musicians had been listening to his early recordings and built a career from his style.

He toured frequently in the US and Europe as the revival was growing and growing. Playing the Newport Folk Festival alongside of Mississippi John Hurt, Rev Gary Davis, Bukka  White, Skip James, Mississippi Fred Mcdowell, etc. They were loved everywhere they played alongside such amazing artists as Bob Dylan, Pete Seegar, Joan Beaz, Dave Van Ronk, etc.

The success of the touring took a toll on House. He started having a drinking problem and it showed at the Newport Folk Festival one evening. A dear friend of his and great blues musician Howlin' Wolf was performing on stage. Son was horribly drunk and making a lot of noise off stage to a point where Wolf stop playing to tell House that all he cared about was whiskey. Also that he could have had a great career but he threw it all away.

Drinking really distorted his style and had an effect on how House played. He couldn’t play like he did on those field recordings by Alan Lomax. To help him out Producer John Hammond Sr. asked Canned Heat guitarist Alan Wilson, who was a huge Son House fan,  to teach Son House how to play like Son House. So Alan went to work and the result was the Columbia recording The Father Of The Delta Blues – The Complete 1965 Sessions.

House later moved to Detroit, Michigan where he retired once again in 1974. Ill health plagued him and House died as a result of cancer of the larynx on October 19, 1988. The Detroit Blues Society performed benefit concerts to raise money to raise a fitting monument on his grave. RIP.

The influence of Son House can be seen everywhere in the music world. From Gary Moore to Andrew Bird to The White Stripes to Warren Haynes and Govt Mule. Lynyrd Skynard’s song  Swamp Music was a  tribute to Son House.

Long live the memory of the greatest blues musician to ever sing of love and pain. To ever write of whiskey and murder.  Be it belting out field hollars or Gospel tunes or just deep and dirty gut wrenching blues. The master of the slide guitar with just using a broken bottle neck as well as a great a capella  singer as heard in John The Revelator and Grinnin In Your Face. He could do it all before anyone knew what it was.

Blues Is Her Business And Business Is Booming

Her voice pairs well deep down in the delta. You can find her in the pubs and clubs of New England belting out a great diversity of songs such as the one posted (Willie and the Hand Jive), Midnight Special, Ring of Fire, Walking the Dog, etc. She recently started playing at GASWorks on Artists' Row in Salem, MA. There you can find her voice stopping people in their tracks. She can even be compared as the Siren of the blues, trapping people with her voice from far away and carrying them down the corridors of the Row to marvel in her ability to sing her heart out. I’m lucky enough to call her a friend.

Lisa Marie’s a Boston based blues singer that shares her talent all the way from RI up to Maine. Her voice is mostly compared to Janis Joplin (although she doesn’t really sing a lot of Janis) she explains that she loves just singing songs that she listens to and loves. I have no complaints, there’s no better feeling than sitting on a chair at the Row across from Lisa and listening to her wide array of songs (something different every time). She comes with her little box of musical nick naks and just sings better than anyone I’ve seen in years.

There’s no slowing down for her, from the first song she belts out to the very last she gives it her all. It’s not rare to see a crowd of dancing fiends shake their stuff while Lisa makes the songs her own. She always has an amazing guitarist sitting next to her be it Eric Reirden, Silvertone Steve, etc. Also the great Mamadou Diop sits in every time he has a chance and wails on the African drum on the other side of Lisa and never misses a beat with every song she puts down. I advise everyone who reads this to check out Lisa’s website at http://www.zyworld.com/lisamarie13/ and watch the video that I’ve posted above. She’s always amazing live. Not only is she an amazing singer but a really great person all in all. Thank you Lisa Marie for the fun times.

King of the fillmore

Earlier this week I strolled into my local record store  (not actually mine but I like to think it is). The Record Exchange as its called is a seond home to me. The guys are great!! Everytime I walk in it feels like I'm Norm from Cheers and everybody knows my name. Its a great feeling. Skip is the owner and he's the type of guy that just makes you feel at home as soon as you walk in, if theres anything your looking for this guy can find it. Paul is an encyclopedia of music, absolutely love talking to him about what's new and old. Barance is the king of funk, a great performer that also loves the blues. Jimmy is soft spoken but is an all around great guy.

So anyways, I walk in the other day and as usual as soon as I walk in and do all the usual greetings to the group, I tilt my head to the wall of fame to see what's new and if there's something I truely can't leave the store without. Today I really didnt know if I was going to get anything because it was about 10 mins before closeing time. I carry myself to the blues section of the store that I love flipping through to see what's new that I haven't seen 2 days prior. One album stuck out in my mind: Albert King, not only Albert King but Albert King Live. I have his sessions album with the late great Stevie Ray Vaughan and absolutely love it. The sessions album seems never to get old.

At the beginning of the album as with a lot of live albums its starts off an introduction. I'm sure the crowd had no idea what they were in for. Albert makes his way to the stage, in person this mammoth of a man has a sense of softness to him with a kind face. But as soon as he starts hammering those strings you can hear some cunning brilliance. The album was recorded live at the Fillmore. With a strange array of hippies that had no idea what blues was. But Albert didnt mind showing them with full force and they didnt mind taking it all in.

The album starts off with Why You So Mean To Me. Albert has a way with his solos. He has impressed and blown away the legends of the guitar away, including Vaughan. The man can twist those notes so smooth and crisp. Its a typical blues song about a man and his mean girl, its not the lyrics that impress the locals but the guitar work. It can't be explained in words, only in hearing it can you truely appriciate it.

After the 8 min Why You So Mean To Me Albert follows up with I Get Evil. A reworking of Tampa Reds Dont You Lie To Me, it wasn't rare to see blues artists to take other artists songs and tweek them a little to make it their own. The solos are impressive on this song, when he gets into them its just a tangled web of notes that string so well together.

The last song on side one is Got To Be Some Changes Made. You can hear Alberts influence on Johnny Winter and Stevie Ray more so on this song than any others. Its raw. Raw blues at its best. If there's a song that can introduce you to Albert King I would suggest listening to this song more so than ones before it. It showcases Kings guitar greatness and influence. He's a real powerhouse of a guitarist and you can really tell on this track. For you first time King fans I suggest skipping the first two first and going back to them after listening to this one, its nice to have your mind blown at first listen.

On to side two. Starting off the list is one of Kings slower songs. Its a slow blues ballad with a lot of picked up solos thrown in there. Personal Manager sounds a lot like something that Buddy Guy would have written one night while hanging out with Hendrix at a bar at 2 am. A beautiful song but at over 17 mins long Albert should have picked up the pace, it can get a little dragged out.

Born Under A Bad Sign is one of Alberts more famous songs. Covered by artists such as Cream, Hendrix, Booker T, Smashing Pumpkins, MC5, BB King, Blue Cheer, Tommy Bolin to just name a few. The lyric "if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all" is one of the greatest blues lyrics of all time that has been reused over and over again. Great song live or in the studio. It can never get old. It's a shame that his most famous song is the shortest song on the whole album.

To close the album and the live set King fought tooth and nail through Don't Throw Your Love On Me So Strong. Brilliant twisting of chords on this tune. King glides from note to note like a songbird, his fingers do the talking through most of the song with an occasional "Wooooooo" heard in the background. Albert King is a legend's legend. You can  hear why on this album.  

Boomer's Story is worth reading

This is by far one of my favorite albums to just sit back and enjoy with a cup of coffee. Its one of those morning albums that takes you back to a time where everything was so simple and sweet. Its a happy album and Ry's guitar work is at its peak greatness on this album. Alongside Into The Purple Valley this album put the name Ry Cooder on the turntables of many. 1972 was a good year for Cooder, there must of been something he was drinking to put out both albums alongside each other and both to just blow peoples minds.

The first track is the title track Boomer's Story. Traditional songs have always interested me. Be it gospel, hollars, blues, folk, etc. I can never get enough of them, they just make me feel comfortable and warm. As soon as you hear the first few guitar licks on Boomers story you feel that this album is going to be good. Then as Ry's soothing voice starts singing you can just sit back on enjoy. The song like alot of tradtional songs is about heartach of a lost love and the life of a hobo. Its sad but sweet as you get more and more into the song you feel so bad for Boomer but somehow it makes you feel good. Great song.

As Cherry Ball Blues rolls in you can really hear Ry's beautiful guitar work. Written by Skip James (Devils got my woman, I'm so glad) it really say's it all without saying anything at all. Its just a wonderful instrumental and the blues really shows through in the guitar work.

Crow Black Chicken is a comedic song. It seems like Ry had a blast while recording it in the studio. There's beautiful slide work scattered throughout the song that truely makes the song work.

Ax Sweet Mama is a true blues song. Written by Sleepy John Estes it was recorded a number of times sometimes as a different name (drop down mama). The blues is and always will be Ry's forte. He really shines on this song between his slide work and yelling those blues out like a true down and out 50s blues hero.

Maria Elena. The name Leo Kottke comes to mind as I listen to this. Its such a slow beautiful song. I can just see myself somewhere in Italy dancing the night away with my sweetheart in my arms. It just shows how different of a style Ry has. Going from a deep blues song as Ax Sweet Mama to this wonderful soft spanish style melody. Its wonderful to me when I find an album that has so many styles from the same musician. Beautiful is all i can say for this song and it lives up to it greatly.

The Dark End of the Street starts off side two of Boomer's Story. The sound of so sad. I can hear a little bit of Eric Clapton's Tears in Heaven in there. This song can bring a teary eye to a lonely heart. Even as an instrumental, Ry does not have to say a word in this song. The story is sadly told by his guitar.

Rally Round the Flag climbs in next. With Randy Newman playing piano on this war song. Its just Ry's voice and Randy's piano that starts off this song. Slowly but surely Ry's acoustic starts making its way into it. You can barely hear it but it pairs beautifully with the piano. Again another sad song as is most songs of war. But even though it is sad it is still beautiful.

Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer shows up next. Again its a very old tune that Ry seems to love. His soft voice go well with the simplicity of these old tunes. They may sound simple but as you listen closely to his guitar twang and twist in and out of note to note you can see how not so simple these are.

President Kennedy is the only tune that Ry does not sing on. Actually its the old dark voice of blues legend Sleepy John Estes. The pain in this mans voice truly shows on this tune. I'm a huge fan of the blues and Estes holds his own in this packed full of talent genre. Listen to this song and see why.

Last but not least is another tradtional train song. Good Morning Mr. Railroad Man sounds alot like a Woody Guthrie song that mated with gospel song. Its a great ending to an album that i can listen every day for the rest of my life and never get sick of.

I couldn't help but write a long blog for this album. There are so many great things to say about it. Every track on this album is just simply amazing and I fell in love with it after I first droped that needle to that last crackle at the end.

First cut is the deepest

How great is vinyl? Well to me its the greatest way to enjoy any kind of music be it old or new. Record collecting has been an addiction that I've embraced for about 8 years now, with a collection of well over 2000 albums. I am constantly adding as well as enjoying the sound the needle makes as it rotates around that crisp wax until it reaches the middle. I really enjoy the snaps and crackles of old records as it adds to its history. There's nothing better to me than closing my eyes while the record is spinning and just imagining how great would it be to be there in the studio, how personal it must have been for the artist/artists to have just finished the last cut and listen to their final product, their heart and soul poured into the songs, be it pain or love or both.

In my opinion vinyl is much better sounding than a digital cd can ever sound. Don't get me wrong, I must admit that I do have a cd collection of my own, not nearly as vast as my record collection though. As it is with vinyl you can find albums that are not and will not be released on cd, same goes for cds especially newer music. For instance Neil Young (one of my favorite artists by the way) has two albums (Time fades away, Journey through the past) that he has openly announced that will never be released on cd. Why you ask? Because he has said that those albums will never sound as good digital; which I agree with on most albums.

The first thing that drew me to love vinyl is the sound. It's just untouchable and never bettered. Second is the history and collectabilty of albums. There are so many different sub versions of records; be it first pressings, colored vinyl, imports, promos, etc. These can make the same album go from being $10 to $150. There is always that chance of finding a diamond in the rough, the thrill of the search. Thirdly its the Art. You can never truly appreciate a well thought out album cover by just a tiny cd picture.

A record cover is the perfect size to pick out the details of a brilliant cover. For instance Iron Maiden's Powerslave album. Its Egyptian flavor is great but the amazing part is when you get really up close and you can pick out all the details in the pyramids (a hidden Mickey Mouse head on the bottom left hand corner above the sphinx); a stoners paradise. There are banned covers such as Jimi Hendrix's Electric Ladyland British import that had a fold out of nude women of all shapes and sizes (which I have in my personal collection) to the Beatles infamous Yesterday and Today Butcher cover that has all four Beatles sitting and standing, smiling, with baby doll parts laid out on their body's covered in blood. Not good for publicity so it was yanked from the shelves. Then you have the great cover art of Pink Floyd, King Crimsom, Mahogany Rush, Yes, Rush, so on and so on. In my blog which I will be posting to mostly every day, I will be discussing my love of music, from my album collection to video postings to live music that I have enjoyed that day. I love a huge array of music from classic rock to blues to folk to jazz to gypsy to country to celtic to prog to punk... so I can promise you there's something for everyone in my collection. Music is my passion and I really enjoy sharing that passion with everyone I meet and now people I may never meet.