In reference to my posting 'new music' on the blog, I'm often asked what it is I'm looking for. It's simple, I'm hunting for 'the real' -- the stuff that can't be faked...the happy accidents, the sound of strings out of tune from humidity, Ike Turner's busted amp on "Rocket 88," blood, sweat, tears, what-have-you. In short, expressions of the human condition. The real is an elusive chase and one that rarely comes pre-packaged all nice and spit-shined via a PR firm. As such, finding it makes it . . .
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