Holy shit! I have to mix 64+ tracks... this is going to take awhile. More later.
Holy shit! I have to mix 64+ tracks... this is going to take awhile. More later.
Back when I used to read Rolling Stone cover to cover and clean my top of the line Denon cassette deck with a top of the line head cleaner once a week, I read the charts. The Billboard top 100, or at least the top 25 or so, was always in the back of the magazine, so that after reading all about what was going on in the world of music, I got to see the list of who was really selling albums. This was of course in a time where people actually went to stores and bought tapes, CDs if they were on the cutting edge, and singles in either format. Back then, being number one was a pretty big deal. It meant you were definitely getting airplay, being cranked up in someone's Camaro, and being stolen by wayward youth. When all was said and do... read more >
My first encounter with The End of the World was at SXSW in 2006. Our friends were their friends and it seemed inevitable that we would meet up at some point. Amidst the chaos of St. Patrick’s Day festivities at the festival (when in Texas go big), we were caught in a flurry of text messages, sending coordinates for a meeting that never seemed to materialize. Stefan, lead singer and drummer, was on the trail of a pretty little thing that had caught his eye. We never had that beer together at SXSW. But we stayed in touch through periodic phone calls and progress reports from our friends. I loved Stefan’s paradoxically simple and complex nature; and his voice was of 20 grit smoothness, despite claiming to have never smoked cigarettes. T... read more >