Category: special guests
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Thanks!! And Calling Movie Lovers for the Next Blog Salon…
Thank you so much to our blog salon writers for sharing their thoughts of their favorite “sequential listening” albums! The blog had 2,700 unique visits and 3,358 page loads during the period of the salon. Please help me thank our wonderful writers again: Collin Kelley Lee Houck George Scarlett Tyler Gobble Shavawn Berry Matthew Hittinger…
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Epilogue: Ruby Classen on the Refound Joy of the Vinyl Record
Oh, Vinyl – Where are thou gone? I admit it-I’m a closet vinyl lover! Not the kinky kind-we’re not talking zip up suits and strange masks-I mean honest-to-goodness 33 1/3 vinyl record albums. I grew up in the 70s and my parents had the classic record player console complete with mini bar. I would spend…
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Charles Jensen on Tori Amos’s Scarlet’s Walk
This story begins and ends with heavy petting. The author opted to start this way because recent studies show a majority of Americans enjoy thinking about heavy petting as much as they enjoy heavy petting itself. While the petting was indeed heavy in the first instance, the petting that begins this author’s story, it was…
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Pamela Murray Winters on Richard and Linda Thompson’s Shoot Out the Lights
In 1987, I was hired by a major scientific journal publisher as a trainee copy editor, not because I knew a damn thing about science, but because I knew that “syphilis” had just the one “l.” Really, I can’t imagine what else they saw in me. I was 26, a library school dropout, somewhat brainy…
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Michelle J. Martinez on Tom Waits’s Rain Dogs
Tom Waits: Rain Dogs Twenty-one years ago, I lived in an old polished wooden house that carried a light scent of mildew in its core. It wore the sanded down and lacquered over footprints of hundreds of students, young bewildered energetic folks like me, hungry for freedom, control, booze, and sex, stepping out in to…
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Jessica Burnquist on The Sundays’ Reading Writing & Arithmetic
Do You Feel the Words Too? My love affair with The Sundays is not deep, but it is lasting. I admit that I don’t know the names of the band members. I admit that I wouldn’t recognize them on the street, and here’s the clincher—I admit that I don’t know every word to any given…