Musings

I’ve posted this before, but I’ll post it again. Here’s the greatest music video of all time! Joi Lansing, singing “Trapped in the Web of Love,” recorded for the Scopitone film company in the early 1960s.

I got stranded overnight in London out by Heathrow airport. I saw there was an amazing show happening tonight in Putney: a benefit for Bob Andrews at a tiny little place called the Half Moon Pub.

I had an extra hour before heading to the airport with nothing to do, so I took the world’s quickest side trip to Leavenworth.

Randy was a seriously great German rockabilly guitarist, and was especially talented in figuring out the way that the guitar parts and the guitar tones were achieved on many of our favorite records.

I was excited to receive an advance copy of Henry Horenstein’s excellent new book of photography dedicated to the Lone Star State, Miles and Miles of Texas.

Tom drove vintage hearses and could discuss literature and history and was funny as hell; I’ll remember his cheerful laugh and big, toothy smile more than anything else.

Sonny was the last surviving member of Buddy Holly’s Crickets, and man, what a résumé he had!

We played outside St. Louis tonight at an amazing venue: Gene’s Country Club in Pevely. It’s a real old-time honky-tonk, out in the country on Indian Foot Lake.

Rust Belt cities in America are always a bit depressing, but I also find them endlessly fascinating. I’ve never had a chance to walk around Toledo before.

We passed through Wichita Falls, Texas, and I had to take a little detour to see the building where Nesman recording studios used to be, back in the day. The Sprague Brothers were the first ones to tell me about Nesman Studios.