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Musical Love Trip to Aspen

Musical Love Trip to Aspen by Kyle K. Mann   “I hear Elvin Bishop is lookin’ for a harp player.” “Oh yeah?” I tried to act casual, but my heart was racing. Blues harmonica gigs were rare, and my money was running low. “Yeah,” the guy laughed. He knew I’d been in Beefy Red, a mighty… Read more »

Drug Run – Chapter Three: The Drug Van

Chapter Three: The Drug Van by Dr. Rocket with Ms. Gonzo   Last time, as you recall, beautiful young singer Suze Benson, recruited by the bass player in her band to drive a massive load of pot from Texas to L.A., encountered her obsessed former schoolmate Imants Hasselburger, son of a powerful FBI man. She… Read more »

Raggy Monster Album Review

  By: Joe Siess So, because I am tasked with reviewing Raggy Monster’s newest album, As the Thorn Lures the Widow’s Lip, It Seeks No Wisdom from the Wicker Flies, here’s my raw first reaction. The first thing that came to my mind while I was listening to Raggy Monster play Fool’s Gold live in… Read more »

Deporting my Valentine

by Karene Horst   Single yet again for another Valentine’s Day, my thoughts turn as usual to chocolate. No one sends me flowers. Cards kill trees unnecessarily. Instead, I’m baking myself and my co-workers a sugary concoction of chocolate, melted caramel, cream cheese frosting and more chocolate. Valentine’s Day used to mean more to me than… Read more »

The Emu

by Sylvia Hamilton  The Santa Ana’s can be horrible on the ridgelines; witheringly dry, hurricane strength and they notch the fire danger up to extremely high, putting everyone on edge. They were exceptionally strong this morning. I called a girlfriend. We made plans to spend the day together. Hopefully the winds would die down by evening…. Read more »

Seeing Hendrix on Acid

By Kyle K. Mann The trick to coming on to LSD as you walked through the front door at Winterland was to take it at the perfect point on the drive in, which for us was the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge. We made it a bit of a ceremony. It’s early 1968. I… Read more »