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Peter Blackstock

Hazeldine - "Tarmac" b/w "Apothecary"

You don't usually encounter such wonder from bands so young, bands just putting out their first single. More often than not, the 7-inch is a hint of greater things to come, or merely a sidelighting curiosity. But the two sides here are, quite frankly, two of the better

Jeremy Tepper - By Products, When a producer isn't exactly a producer

Editor's note: A few months back, I made my first visit to New York's modest, humble, yet quickly-becoming-famous Lakeside Lounge, a bar co-owned by Eric Ambel, who's profiled elsewhere in this package of articles about producers. Ambel was gone that day, off in Chicago

Jerry Douglas & Peter Rowan - Yonder

From bluegrass to Tex-Mex to rockabilly to reggae, Peter Rowan has moved in mysterious ways through a four-decade sojourn across all manner of musical landscapes. To these ears, however, he's at his best when he strips things down to a simple state of spare purity, allowing his high

Steve Earle - Can't Keep a Good Man Down

Steve Earle - Can't Keep a Good Man Down

I can still hear them blaring in the back of my mind, those gleaming brass trumpets and trombones, thrusting right and left, toward one end zone and then the other, as the University of Texas marching band zipped through "The Wabash Cannonball". Aside from "The Eyes of

Bodeans - Joe Dirt Car

Bursting out of Waukesha, WI in 1986 on the heels of the T Bone Burnett-produced Love & Hope & Sex & Dreams, the BoDeans sounded like a trap door out of new-wave hell, back into a no-frills nirvana where acoustic guitars, harmony vocals and catchy three-chord melodies were the golden

Joe Ely - Letter to Laredo

The first clue that Joe Ely is up to something different on Letter to Laredo is in the thank-you credits, where the Lubbock legend tips his hat to writers Garcia Lorca, Michael Ventura and Cormac McCarthy. The next clue is the disc's second track, a cover of Tom

"I am a lineman for the county...."

"I am a lineman for the county...."

Those unforgettable words first rang out of the radio in 1968, with songwriter Jimmy Webb's majestic melody gliding on the wings of Glen Campbell's sweetly aching, longing croon into the No. 3 spot on the Billboard charts a few weeks later. It was the only time