Protest Against Action

By on Feb 1, 2017 in Blog | 1 comment

Forgive me, but writing this is like trying to remove a stripped screw from under a snowy porch in the freezing rain after midnight. Brutal. But that’s what four days in Key West will do to a man if the trip is done correctly, I suppose. Rendered brainless but still dreaming, the wrist keeps turning but the bit just won’t catch. That’s fine. I have the memories of last week still somewhat fresh in my foggy head. All I have to do to think back on the fiesta in the sun is reach under my sweatshirt and peel a line of dead skin from my shoulder blade. Living off island beer and Mahi tacos drenched in cabbage and jalapenos, I spent my time at the end of the scorched earth hiding from the world in the great wide open. While the masses gathered around the globe, pushing back on the new world order known as Trumpsville (formerly called Chumpsville) I decided to get off the...

Memphis Bound

By on Jan 29, 2017 in Interviews | 0 comments

Two minutes into a 2012 Youtube video of “Chicken Wing,” a deep cut Hendrix tune, local blues musician, Arthur James, starts leaning into a Jimi cut solo with his chin up and eyes closed while his fingers doing the unthinkable. Free flying on his custom made pink guitar, James & Northbound have the club in the palm of their hands, mesmerized, transfixed, just as they should be when you’re mind is being blown by a great blues tune. And James, 51 from Warner, can bring the blues from a few directions: country blues, Chicago blues, cotton blues, Dixie, whatever style, James fiercely plays and sings it all. He will be bring that same groove down to Memphis at the end of the month when he competes in the “International Blues Challenge” in the solo category. This is a big deal in the blues world. From all corners of the country, musicians will gather on...

“It’s Evolution, Baby!”

By on Jan 11, 2017 in Blog, Reviews | 0 comments

Sounding like he’s singing from the backside of a hand-cranked phonograph, songwriter Walker Smith opens his new record “Great Divide” with a minute-and-half long intro that could easily take place in a dime store record booth somewhere out in the Great Plains. The subtle crooning of Smith rides shotgun to a beautiful ukulele as the singer paints a picture of what might happen if you “turn your back on the folks you know…the faces start to fade.” Basically, ending up alone, “carving out your memories in alabaster stone.” A strong image set by Smith, who, over the past five years has become a true standout in the NH music scene. His voice is butter, just about as smooth as it gets. He works his tail off to be heard. His lyrics, they’re big boy lyrics, fully realized, bursting with intelligence. To date, Smith, who lives in Concord,...

A Great Awakening

By on Jan 4, 2017 in Blog, Uncategorized | 1 comment

Miketon and the Night Blinders aren’t wasting any time kicking in the doors on 2017. The Manchester-based “garbage grass” band has a new CD ready to launch on January 12th called “Building A Home.” And if you enjoy a rollicking country sound with fiddle, bass, brushes and banjo, then this CD is your first purchase of the New Year. Three seconds into the opener “Lucky Hearts” and I’m sold. Lead singer Miketon Graton strikes a quick chord, then sings hard for his love that sleeps at home, waiting to smell the stink of his beer-stained skin and feel the warmth of his allegiance to her. Cameron Rapoport enters in with a steely smooth fiddle solo and off we go. This is when we know the Night Blinders have identified themselves as a serious rock band, pledging that, “the love of ours will last if together we hold fast to hope that’s...

By on Dec 14, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

Procrastination was mocking me again. For months, maybe a year, I’ve had a blocked left ear. Didn’t know what was causing the blockage — yolk, wax, a fingernail, a puzzle piece — but I wasn’t prepare to do anything about it. Panic mode is usually what brings me to a doctor office — the snap of a bone, a small spittle of blood, the numbing of an limb. But not a clogged ear drum. This stuff works itself out, doesn’t it? That’s why I waited. Then waited some more. Then even more. Until finally, the waiting was over and I forced myself to visit a Convenient MD in Merrimack. This wasn’t planned. There was no intent behind my reason to concede. The medical office was right there, fifty feet from my car, almost chastising me for my weakness. The lot was empty, which played well into my horrendous lack of patience. The condition of my ear...