2017: A Year In Review

By on Jan 3, 2018 in Blog, Uncategorized |

The other night, I was stationed in the Frozen Basement of Gloom, pondering 2017 as I stared into a framed picture of the infamous director, Sam Peckinpah, that sits atop my late 90’s Panasonic television, something I haven’t turned on in over two years. I got to thinking behind my desk about all the musical talent I’ve seen this past year — at the radio stations, in the taverns, at New England College. I mean, it was a preposterous amount of goodness, both in original and cover format, bestowed upon those that chose to indulge, which, I did with an unflinching zeal. Counting into the mirrored sunglasses of Peckinpah, who directed such classics as “Straw Dogs” and “The Getaway” with Steve McQueen, I tried to think off the top of my head how many musicians performed in Granite State of Mind over the past year. Maybe 40? Or less? More? I...

Inside Radio with DJ Craig Driggers

By on Dec 19, 2017 in Interviews, Uncategorized |

I have a radio show, but I don’t know squat about the radio business. I know even less about the many people that work in the industry throughout the state. Even at WKXL in Concord and WMNH in Manchester, where my one-hour music show, “Granite State of Mind,” is featured weekly, the interaction between radioheads is limited because we’re all chopping out space at different times of the week. God bless them. So, when I was introduced to a disc jockey from Frank FM and The Wolf named Craig Driggers about a year ago, I was elated. As a huge fan of radio as an art form — the pacing, the instincts behind the voice, the accuracy and delivery — I seized the opportunity to get in Driggers ear and find out if the on-air persona actually matched the curtains. I wasn’t disappointed. Driggers, 42, from Manchester, is a born raconteur, a towering, bearded...

Climbing Colter’s Wall

By on Dec 11, 2017 in Blog, Uncategorized |

I’ll attempt to sift through the mud which is my brain on this sunny and cold Monday morning. After a long weekend spent rollicking through the honky-tonks in one of the greatest cities on Mother earth– Nashville, Tennessee — I could use some downtime to reflect. But, man. That place does it right! A spangled cluster of creativity, Nashville is capable of soaking every inch of your best Western floral print shirt with the swinging sounds of traditional Bakersfield music played live, played fast, played hard. I could cruise the main thoroughfare called Broadway for days, I swear, eating fried bologna sandwiches and drinking the worst kinds of beer the south has to offer (original Coors, vile stuff), as I shimmy my hips from bar to bar in search of any rendition of a George Jones song. The trip down south was motivated by a fierce devotion to my good buddy,...

Welcome to B Street Nation!

By on Dec 4, 2017 in Interviews |

The SNOB Film Festival is back! That means autumn is gathering speed and my blood’s getting thicker. It also means that this great festival, now in it’s, I think 16th year, will once again ushers in a fresh batch of vision delivered on screen by filmmakers from around the globe. Short films, feature films, funny ones, serious ones, and some barely tolerable ones. It’s all there, and it’s good eating. So, gather your scarves, your coolest hat and settle in for a banquet of creativity down at the Red River Theater, starting today. One film that’s screening that caught my attention is a documentary called “Almost Boss” by Paul Kaplan. The film studies the “The B Street Band,” a Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band cover band that’s been toasting the Jersey Devil’s body of work for 40 years. They make a living off playing...

Last Dance with Mr. Petty

By on Oct 31, 2017 in Blog |

I’m still coming down from the savory fumes set off at the Tom Petty Tribute show at NEC last Saturday night. It really was a remarkable show of devotion and love on the many, many faces in the sprawling crowd. And there were lots of different faces, for sure. Old ones, semi-old ones, feeling old ones. Even faces that faked trying not to be old ones. They were all gorgeous, all heartbroken, but still very much Heartbreakers. Young faces too, lots of them, teens and 20-somethings, huddled right up next to the battle worn Petty fans who’ve been singing “Here Comes My Girl” for 30 years. Scattered on the floor, sitting at an office desk, fannies to the wall, fifty-odd chairs occupied with plenty of revelry taking place backstage where the musicians loosened their throats, their yelps, their deepest timbers, as Walker Smith and “The Don” worked out...