No, really. I am not kidding. The fourth song is called Malpais. It is only about halfway finished. I thought Smoke Over Carolina was the last one, but I was wrong. You'll see what I mean.
I just came across this review from No Depression of the Two Headed Dog release "Better Than One."
Most of what was once a towering wall of cassette tapes has been relinquished to the dustbin now, casualties of a dying…
Blue Book Credits
1. Smoke Over Carolina (Lisa Mednick Powell, Pop Decay Music)
vocals: Lisa, Kip Powell, Victoria Williams
bass: Kip Powell
drums: Danny Frankel
organ & piano: Lisa
guitar, mandolin, Weissenborn: Greg Leisz
produced by Lisa Mednick Powell
engineered…
Blue Book is almost ready. It has been mastered by the great Joe Gastwirt. He mastered Artifacts and Semaphore
I am working on the credits and artwork
It sounds a little like my old stuff. Critics will say that my…
Happy Birthday, Martin Luther King, Jr. He would have been 83 yesterday
I am about to use up my dram of Vetivert, mail-ordered from Hové Parfumerie. Last spring when I went to their shop in the Quarter it was a…
Sorry I missed last week. My secretary was out sick
Today’s poem is by Rainer Maria Rilke. The choice is inspired by having recently had the pleasure of hearing Ray Wylie Hubbard at the Lensic Theatre in Santa Fe. His…
Just about every day, we buy things knowing we will throw them away. Cans of sparkly beverages, boxes of tissues, plastic trash can liners, plastic jugs, cardboard cartons, paper cups of hot coffee and tea, canned food, plastic jars of…
This week we wave goodbye to one of the greatest, most swingin-est drummers ever: Tommy Ardolino of NRBQ has left the building. It made Kip and me very sad to hear about this
If you've seen NRBQ, you know what…
Happy 2012 from New Mexico
(Attached is a picture of our puppy, Miss Luna, in her holiday finery.)
We just returned from a most pleasant evening at the Camel Rock Casino, where we saw the Rat Pack Revue. A tribute…
This morning Kip pointed out our kitchen window towards the front yard (where our trucks are parked) and said, Look, honey, a white rabbit! I, gullible traveler that I am, and perhaps suffering adverse cognitive effects from the recent freezing…