Lots of people, if they pay any mind to her at all, only think of Alice in late November. It’s a shame really because her story is way cooler than, say, Lola’s or Gloria’s or Maggie May’s. Most of the girls you hear about on the radio will break your heart, but Alice isn’t like that. She’s more down to earth, has a better sense of humor. Alice is, on the surface, a humble cook, yet if you take eighteen minutes or so to listen to her tale you’ll discover that she’s a revolutionary. Anyway, I can’t imagine spending Thanksgiving Day without her.
The Valuable Lesson Of Tom Petty
I was never into Tom Petty. I didn’t like his songs, I’d change the station when one came on. His voice kinda droned on in my head and I thought all of my peers who liked him were posers. I never saw him in concert and didn’t own any of his albums.
Gregg Allman Leaves Us One Final Gift
The music of the Allman Brothers Band has always given us a bluesy something to jam to, a level of musicianship and Southern song mastery that can only be a gift from the gods. And in his final days, as his body surrendered to liver cancer, as old age and the road and the bottle took everything but his voice, Gregg Allman – the sensei of the Allman Brothers Band – gave us one final gift, ten songs on an album called Southern Blood.