Category: Music

Yeah, two music-related posts in a row. It just sometimes works out that way, but not to worry; we’ll return to our usual mindless drivel pretty soon. If you visit the apparel page on the e-commerce section of Sturgill Simpson’s website and scroll down a ways, you’ll see a t-shirt with the question “Who The… Continue reading Music Review: Sturgill Simpson’s “Cuttin’ Grass, vol. 1”

From Elvis In Nashville (hereafter referred to as FEIN to spare my typing fingers), a compilation of songs by you-know-who that became available last Friday, raises two questions. First, how much Elvis is too much Elvis? Second, assuming your answer to the first question isn’t “any Elvis is too much Elvis,” which Elvis do you prefer?… Continue reading Music Review: “From Elvis In Nashville” — Too much? It depends…

I was going to post a varmint trapping update today but then I realized that Corb Lund‘s latest album just dropped and the critter count cuento will just have to wait. You have to be a long-time Gazette reader (I doubt there are many of you, but if you qualify — bless your heart!) to… Continue reading “Agricultural Tragic” – Another Bullseye from Corb Lund

Warning: Some extreme band geekiness layeth ahead. Alert Gazette readers will recall that part of my shelter-in-place regimen is re-learning to play the clarinet after a longer-than-many-of-you-have-been-alive layoff. I’m semi-happy to report that I’m getting semi-better due to my semi-disciplined approach to practicing semi-regularly. Despite the optimism expressed in that post, I was not at… Continue reading Étude de clarinette

I pulled this bad boy out of the closet earlier today: This is noteworthy, at least to me, since it’s been approximately thirty years — THREE DECADES! — since I made an attempt at playing a clarinet. I was pleasantly surprised that none of the pads had fallen out, all the cork was still intact,… Continue reading The Creaky Clarinetist

A few days ago I attempted to impart some words of wisdom to someone about a situation — who and what are not important — and, after [re]discovering that I had no such words of my own (and likely never will; I tell myself that that’s the beginning of wisdom), I turned to the ultimate… Continue reading When will the national tragedy of misheard song lyrics ever end?