by Matthew Crain Written While Listening to Maria Woodford Sing “Ball ’n’ Chain” at Blues Week, Augusta, Georgia, June 2012. God to have been there
by Matthew Crain After two muggy, rainy nights back to back with The Go Trio + Viktorija Gečytė on their Spring Fever Tour (Gotrio.com), first
by Matthew Crain The only time I’ve ever cried in an art gallery was in San Jose, California, at Carmen Lomas Garza’s piece about
by Matthew Crain Peter Cree is a master woodcarver, master furniture maker, master antiques restorer and refinisher. People the world over know him for his
by Matthew Crain The genius of the Really Terrible Orchestra is in its name. If it were called anything else, the listener would say,
by Matthew Crain Maybe it’s old age. Maybe I’m going deaf. But these days each hornhonk, or hammerwhack, or Harleyrev, even
by Matthew Crain Officer, I can explain: just as I rounded that curve, suddenly it was like I was back at Musikfest watching Tahya
by Matthew Crain Those far away places with strange sounding names. Like, Delaware Water Gap, Pennsylvania. What’s there? A 4-story building called The Deer Head