Hey, we are gearing up for the new record, called Skins, due out mid-February. We have a new Facebook page, Twitter feed, designer stage wear, hair pieces, and low-profile trusses to keep things in place.
In other news, this very blog -- yes, this one -- was nominated "Best Music Blog," no, not by the Pulitzer Committee, but by the Boston Music Awards. A friend of mine asked why I had not been plugging it and if I was afraid of self-promotion. Hahahahahahahahaha. You can vote here, if you like. And also see nominees, Tom Janovitz for best folk record with his nom de rock, Sodafrog, and Scott Janovitz for his band, the Russians, in the singer/songwriter category.
I have been thinking a lot about mortality this year. I am sure many of you have been as well. Starting to see more friends leaving. I have discussed this in this space already, so no need for the site to be a repository of a singular obsession.
And yet, here is a beautiful autumnal song by Ronnie Lane, apparently co-written by Eric Clapton (and Kit Lambert?), from the album Rough Mix that Ronnie recorded in collaboration with Pete Townshend. It is a sleeper gem. Thanks to my buddy, Rick Wells, for handing it to me. I had heard a bit of it back in the 1980s when one ore more friend had it in their collection. But I never picked it up for some reason or another. The greats like Pete and Ronnie put out so much music, so much of it great, it is hard to keep up. When I was a kid, I only had about two decades of rock & roll to catch up with. Now a person starting a band that cares deeply enough has four or more decades to survey. And that is just rock & roll. Never mind all the great jazz, folk, etc. It is all there for you, kids. Go get it.