well-strung
These essays are selected from pieces I wrote for the Juneau Empire’s weekly entertainment insert, the “Hooligan” which has since been discontinued. My column was called Well-Strung, a title which was blatantly stolen from some friends’ Bluegrass band out of Anchorage, AK, and was ostensibly about Bluegrass music, but really barely was, if at all.
Ninety percent of everything sucks
“Ninety percent of everything sucks.” At least that’s the conclusion that Taylor Grover and I arrived at after several hours of emptying cans on my
An Alaskan Angle on American Music in the Last Frontier
If Nickel Creek set up in the woods, and played an entire set of music with no one around to hear it, would they still
Birth of a band
The beginning of a band is an amazing thing to behold, and our fair crapitol city is a perfect microcosmic laboratory in which to observe
Are Yankees Allowed to Sing With Twang?
A friend of mine in San Francisco made an observation about Alaskan Americana musicians the other day that kind of hit home. He said, “All
Hecklers beware, or we’ll play Free-Bird for an hour, loud.
Nothing can make a stage performance more uncomfortable than your stinkin’ drunk heckler out in the crowd yelling “FREE BIRD!” I’ve always threatened to learn