Merle Haggard doing impressions of Johnny Cash, Buck Owens and more on the Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour, in the presence of said musicians. Taken from When you awake
The Rolling Stones guitars backstage in 1969
I really love The Selvedge Yard it’s easily one of my favourite blogs. It’s such a great mix of everything a modern man that is stuck in the past likes. Here is a great new post, The Rolling Stones | Road worn, forlorn & almighty guitar porn
I really liked Jethro Tull when I was a teenager, especially Ian Anderson’s acoustic guitar playing. The extracts from Thick As A Brick are pretty awesome in this live concert from 1977.
Waylon Jennings and Buddy Holly in 1959
“Buddy was the first person to have faith in my music. He encouraged me in my music and my writing. He was my friend. If anything I’ve ever done is remembered, part of it is because of Buddy Holly.” – Waylon Jennings
The smoke ring photograph of Leonard was taken in New York City in the 60′s. I lived at 377 Bleecker Street and Mary Martin, his manager at the time, lived beneath me. I had, a few year earlier, left the Austin Riggs Center in Stockbridge, Massachusetts (an open psychiatric treatment center). One day I heard this awful singing and guitar strumming beneath me and I put the speakers of my stereo face down on the floor and played Mormon Tabernacle choir music. Mary immediately ran upstairs and confronted me. We instantly became friends. She was living with Bob Dylan’s cat, Lord. Through her, I met Leonard and Sheila Campion (who worked with Bob Krasner at The Realist) and the Zappas, Zalman Yanovsky and other 60′s rock luminaries. My father had just sent me a Nikon camera and a few lenses as I had expressed an interest in photography when I left the mental hospital. Mary asked me if I could take some pictures of Leonard, which I did. The first edition of “Spice Box of Earth” has one of my photographs on it, and I did a whole shoot for some German magazine, but they retained the negatives. The smoke ring picture was taken at Peter’s Pot Belly (or something like that) a coffee shop in our neighborhood. The shot was simply serendipitous. It wasn’t planned or anything, I was just taking pictures as he was smoking and talking. – Jim Wigler
I was raised on Rod Stewart. It’s the only music that was ever played out loud in my house when I grew up. Weekend mornings back in Södertälje and my mum would dazzle my young innocent mind with the raspy voice of Rod Stewart while she was cleaning the house. I guess I kind of always liked it but since she preferred the late Seventies stuff I didn’t fully understand how good he was until I decided to find out for myself. I bought his 1971 album Every Picture Tells a Story when I was about 17-18 years old and was hooked straight away and bought everything I could find, both Rod Stewart solo and with The Faces. Well everything I could find up until his 1974 album Smiler, after that he left The Faces and moved to America and made Atlantic Crossing and the Rod I knew and loved was gone. Out of my old heroes I guess it’s just Rod Stewart, with and without The Faces, and Crosby, Stills & Nash that I still really care about. Here is a longer post about Rod Stewart that I wrote for my other blog.
The record that changed my life, Rod Stewart’s 1971 album Every Picture Tells a Story
One of the reasons why I love Rod
Grab yourself a drink and start the night with this concert
If you would like to get to know Rod a bit better
The Faces live at The Marquee Club 1970