XTC – Earn Enough for Us, by Steve Stav

The first time I saw Andrea after 14 years, it was just a friendly date for drinks at a bar called Flowers, down the street and over from me on the Ave. There were no ulterior thoughts or hopes; at the time, she was married and I was dating 2-3 gals who didn’t know . . . → Read More: XTC – Earn Enough for Us, by Steve Stav

XTC – Mermaid Smiled, by Steve Stav

On first pressings of Skylarking, but was bumped to make room for “Dear God.” I’ve always found this song to be a prime example of genius; I get lost in it. The lyrics bear me out. For my sister –

– Steve Stav

XTC – Dear God, by Steve Stav

Well, that was certainly something. Even had miniatures, and a model train for effect. Kismet. For the novice, an XTC album was typically akin to an omnibus of vivid, eccentric, short (British) stories… as if Mark Twain were raised in England, and had read a bit more Shakespeare. For fans, a documentary on XTC . . . → Read More: XTC – Dear God, by Steve Stav

RIP Malcolm Young, by Steve Stav

Image #: 22976 Guitarist Malcolm Young of the band AC/DC, phtographed with Gretch guitar in London, on August 24, 1995. Michael Halsband /Landov

This says it all, applicable to so many realms. Iconic, and always my favorite AC/DC song. It’s been in my head all day. I’m still amazed by the quality of this . . . → Read More: RIP Malcolm Young, by Steve Stav

Tom Petty Was At Both Ends Of The Dial, by Steve Stav

“Damn The Torpedos” was one thing… but the album after that, and the one after that… we got into the 80s and there was nobody – metalheads, punks, New Wavers, “old folks” – who didn’t like Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. You and your buddies got into your car one night, you put in . . . → Read More: Tom Petty Was At Both Ends Of The Dial, by Steve Stav

Hugh Hefner, R.I.P. by Steve Stav

I’m sure that an editor or two – and possibly a few peeps – might be curious as to my thoughts on Hugh Hefner’s passing. And so, on a borrowed laptop while on vacation, here goes: One has to be of a certain age, startlingly enough, to realize the influence of Hefner’s Playboy magazine . . . → Read More: Hugh Hefner, R.I.P. by Steve Stav

Forever Miss August: Cancer Takes Playmate Sharry Konopski At 49, by Steve Stav

My Facebook friend Sharry Debolt (nee Konopski) left this earth August 25 after a long battle with lung cancer. She was a really nice, cool gal who said very lovely things to me before and after my wife died last year. Though we had little in common besides cancer and living in the same . . . → Read More: Forever Miss August: Cancer Takes Playmate Sharry Konopski At 49, by Steve Stav

Public Enemy – Fight the Power, by Steve Stav

[Ed. Note – The author first penned these words on August 24, 2013]

It’s so mindblowingly remarkable how our American society survives by avoiding realities. The middle class, the poor… will give another dollar for a problem to go away for another week. “Mister, we don’t want any trouble.” “Here, take it, it’s . . . → Read More: Public Enemy – Fight the Power, by Steve Stav

The Beach Boys – Don’t Worry Baby, by Steve Stav

This last quarter of the season – depending on where you live – when you’re really trying to make every day without rain and cold count. No wonder so many yearn for the “Endless Summer.” As an aside, I remember the first time I went to a Southern California beach – Zuma, Malibu. Driving . . . → Read More: The Beach Boys – Don’t Worry Baby, by Steve Stav

The Smiths – Well I Wonder, by Steve Stav

When I hear this song, I can smell the 80s. I can taste it. You can cut the wistfulness with a butter knife; the Beatles of my generation. Now I know why my mom would get so “weird” when a particular Roy Orbison or Everly Brothers song would come on the stereo.

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Dunkirk Trailer, by Steve Stav

Just talking to a friend about seeing “Dunkirk” tomorrow night. “Reserved seats,” he says. Maybe $18, he says. Is there going to be a merch table, I wonder, where I can purchase a tour t-shirt, maybe a sticker.

Take solace in this fact, my friends: Life will never be better than it is right . . . → Read More: Dunkirk Trailer, by Steve Stav

Big Country – East of Eden – Memories of Stuart Adamson, by Steve Stav

Stuart Adamson of Big Country, Skids fame. Avid Scottish football and British motorcycling supporter. Notorious depressive and alcoholic who wound up hanging himself in a hotel room, for the maid to find. Met the legend backstage when I was 25 and not yet a notorious journalist. Had trouble finding words, at first. He’s asking . . . → Read More: Big Country – East of Eden – Memories of Stuart Adamson, by Steve Stav

Ryuichi Sakamoto & Thomas Dolby – Field Work, by Steve Stav

You know that scene in “The Fly” where Goldblum is experimenting with steak, and has Geena taste a sample of teleported meat? “Not right?” I feel that way about a lot of modern electronica in music. I would’ve thought that with the advent of PCs with keyboards/ MIDI gear essentially replacing banks of synthesizers, . . . → Read More: Ryuichi Sakamoto & Thomas Dolby – Field Work, by Steve Stav

The Santa Claus Privilege, by Steve Stav

My one regret this season is to only have been able to put on the suit once… twice, if you count putting it on for my nephew, for this photo. A couple of years ago, a friend gave me the opportunity of a lifetime, buying a suit and asking me to play Santa for . . . → Read More: The Santa Claus Privilege, by Steve Stav

Roy Orbison – It’s Over, Live 1966, by Steve Stav

The thing about Orbison is he had the enormous stones it takes to be different, and succeed. He dared to be his own performer, he had the guts to display deep, dark vulnerability in his songs. Not “My dog died and my baby left me, pour me another beer” – more like, “My baby . . . → Read More: Roy Orbison – It’s Over, Live 1966, by Steve Stav

Minnie Minoso RIP, by Steve Stav

In the Washington Post – Minnie Minoso, White Sox and Baseball Icon, dies; President Obama joins in tributes

I have, surprisingly enough, a great Minnie Minoso story.

There was a time when you could, theoretically, get an autograph from a major leaguer simply by writing to him. It seemed to work about 25 percent . . . → Read More: Minnie Minoso RIP, by Steve Stav

Phil Collins – I Don’t Care Anymore, by Steve Stav

El Rey’s Miami Vice marathon continues… of course, Vice and Phil Collins are eternally linked, from the very first episode. I don’t know too many people who care for Phil anymore, especially amongst my musician friends. I know, I know, he (and Genesis) wound up spreading the cheese pretty thick. I know, I know, . . . → Read More: Phil Collins – I Don’t Care Anymore, by Steve Stav

Sara Jackson-Holman’s “River Queen” Era Continues With U.S. Tour, Videos, by Steve Stav

She’s demonstrated her Siren’s call on two forays into Europe in recent years, but Portland chanteuse Sara Jackson-Holman has never toured the USA.

Until now, that is.

A six week jaunt of the west and midwest begins Nov. 28 in Bellingham, Wash. She’s supporting both Portland’-based band Horse Feathers and her summer-released . . . → Read More: Sara Jackson-Holman’s “River Queen” Era Continues With U.S. Tour, Videos, by Steve Stav

Chief Wahoo Must Go! By Steve Stav

With the World Series underway, I should add one more push to the notion of eliminating the Cleveland Indians’ “Chief Wahoo” logo.

Polls in Ohio have shown a majority of fans have no objection to this caricature – and many of those who do admit its obvious racism still stamp their approval with the . . . → Read More: Chief Wahoo Must Go! By Steve Stav

Random thoughts at the beginning of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, from a husband of someone with Stage IV breast cancer, by Steve Stav

Random thoughts at the beginning of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, from a husband of someone with Stage IV breast cancer: 1. There are no losers in the “battle;” some just run out of time. 2. There are an awful lot of people with breast cancer out there, women (and men), who have go through . . . → Read More: Random thoughts at the beginning of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, from a husband of someone with Stage IV breast cancer, by Steve Stav