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Scotty Campbell says he feels a little like the town oddball who, year after year, stands on a soapbox and, in the face of indifference, rages at the world. And then one day he's alarmed to find people are paying attention. For years, the Hamilton, Ontario, native has

You don't know me You ain't got a clue No, you don't know me But, honey, I know you -- "You Don't Know Me", Gurf Morlix To know Gurf Morlix, let's start with his name: "If you

The perfectly good idea behind this book is to let the fans speak for themselves. (The idea behind this review is to let a fan review them.) Previous Dylan books have tended to the biographical, the analytical or the severely trainspottery, and so this book should be a breath of

In the summer of 1973, Doug Sahm had settled into a rambling, leased wooden house on a tree-shaded hillside above the Soap Creek Saloon out on Bee Caves Road, in what was then rural Austin, Texas. His furnishings were simple: a bed, a table, two chairs, two spoons, two forks,

When Richard Martin and Meagan Hennessey talk about releasing records from the '90s, they mean the 1890s. The two co-owners of Archeophone, a Bloomington, Indiana, label, are spending their savings reissuing records originally released on cylinders, as well as early 20th-century material that first appeared on 78s. But their