John Bell basks in the curving glow of a labyrinth that would soon be lined with food. We were either high up on the scaffold, or moving it around the hardwood floor like it was a medieval battle engine, hanging stage lights from the ceiling of a 1930s-era gymnasium that looked as if it couldContinueContinue reading “Bruce Probably Knew All Along”
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Healing Gifts of Music
The fabulous Lilies of the Valley Eight years ago (almost to the day, as I write this) we brought our son Joe home from Scottish Rite Children’s Hospital after he’d spent about a month there battling a vicious infection that almost took him away from us. And his timing could not have been worse! WeContinueContinue reading “Healing Gifts of Music”
Making the Sausage
Even though it’s a pretty short book (the entire volume is around 200 pages), a whole lot of time and energy went into making The Music and Mythocracy of Col. Bruce Hampton: A Basically True Biography. About eight years’ worth. So, I’ve got a ton or two of notes, way more than I was ableContinueContinue reading “Making the Sausage”
Bruce and Virgil ‘Fire’ Trucks
Bruce at an IHOP lunch. That’s Jim Basile’s shoulder behind the Virgil Trucks baseball card. Jim is probably Bruce’s equal when it comes to baseball trivia. A few days after Virgil Trucks, the old pitcher, died in Alabama, Ron Currens shared the sad news with Col. Bruce Hampton, who already knew, of course. We wereContinueContinue reading “Bruce and Virgil ‘Fire’ Trucks”
Happy Birthday, Johnny Knapp
I don’t worry about Johnny Knapp anymore. No need to. But I used to, and it kind of bothers me that I don’t, because it’s another reminder that he’s not free for lunch at the IHOP or supper at the Dan Thai or that little Chinese place next door to the gas station, where theContinueContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Johnny Knapp”
We’ve Made it This Far
I’ll never forget the last night I saw Bill Cochran on this Earth. He was wearing my polo shirt and reclining on the couch in a seaside villa on Jekyll Island, a big grin on his drugged face, completely immobile except for his tapping foot. It was early June, 2018, and Bill was in theContinueContinue reading “We’ve Made it This Far”