Buddy Miller and Kacey Musgraves cover the Buck Owens classic 'Love's Gonna Live Here' from the new record 'Cayamo Sessions At Sea'.

Shannon Nicole. The Edgewater, Six Seven. Seattle, WA. January 30, 2016.

I bought this Joe Jackson Big World record in 1986. I recall listening to it over and over and over again on my gigantic Panasonic personal cassette recorder.

I met Johnny Cash twice. This signed photo is from March 27, 1995, when he played a private show for a GTE function in Dallas, TX. Johnny was there with the whole Cash family. To this day I can't believe that there was no one paying attention to his performance. I stood not more than a foot from the family as they played, while the rest of the GTE folks were bellying up to the buffet for seconds, and kissing executive ass. I asked him to sign a Hohner Music Blues Harp that I happened to have in my pocket, but he offered the photo instead. The second time I met Johnny was on November 9, 1996, after his show at The Fillmore in San Francisco.

It's been a while since I posted Johnny Cash.

I've seen a lot of funny political shit on Facebook during this election cycle, but this video takes the proverbial cake.

When I was growing up Pekin was a wrestling powerhouse. Here's Wilco performing Kingpin live outdoors in Corner Brook, Newfoundland, Canada. This is just about as good as rock and roll gets. Bruce, Ian, Charley.

Jamey Johnson: 'Thankful For The Rain'.

Me: Enough Of The Rain.

I watched the film Salad Days: A Decade of Punk in Washington, DC last night. I moved to D.C. in 1981, and immediately became absorbed in the hardcore scene. I spent a considerable amount of time and energy in the early days slamming my way to the middle of a mosh pit; the purpose was innocent and playful roughness. But as the film discusses, in about 1985 neo-Nazi skinheads, and heavy metal knuckleheads, infiltrated the movement, and from that point forward moshing became brutally violent. I recall attending one show in 1986, with Brother Bruce, where the pit was so bloodthirsty I jumped on stage, commandeered a microphone, and screamed: Slam dancing is not a competition to the death...!’

Almost Tighthead Brewing Company. Mundelein, IL. September 24, 2010.