• I don’t give a damn about any trumpet-playing band

    Normally, when I take a particular band as my subject I listen to their music while I write. This installment of “Sins of the ’70s Week” is an exception. Our guest band this evening is Chicago, but after listening to a few tracks from Chicago Transit Authority (1969) and skipping…

  • Rhiannon promised me heaven and all I got was this lousy T-shirt

    The Fleetwood Mac Military-Industrial Complex cannot be confined to a single blog post. Around 1968, Peter Green wrote a song called “Black Magic Woman.” When I was a teenager we referred to this song as “Black Magic Marker.” You can find it on Fleetwood Mac’s English Rose album (1969). It’s…

  • Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night. That’s super annoying.

    Just Tell Me That You Want Me: A Tribute to Fleetwood Mac Various artists 2014 Mick Fleetwood and John McVie were hard-working members of John Mayall’s Blues Breakers. When they decided to form their own band (everyone who worked for John Mayall in the 1960s formed his own band), they…

  • Antique Parent Land

    In February, Special D and her best friend spent a week on Kauai. I spent five days with my parents in southeastern Massachusetts, where the temperature never left the frozen zone and I crunched across snow like stale pie crust. You can see who got the better end of this…

  • Her name is Cleo and she dances on the sand

    In January we adopted an undersize corgi in need of rescue. Cleo is the abridged version of this type of dog – instead of weighing in around 30 pounds, she only weighs 20. She’s so small that we thought she was not far beyond puppyhood, but our vet says she’s…