Ecstatic Wax

Thirty one years ago (yesterday), Mount St. Helens blew its top. One year later, with volcanic ash still blanketing large swaths of the Paci...

I skipped Record Store Day this year. (Yes, I know it was three weeks ago—forgive me for being slow.) I just wasn’t in the mood to celebrat...

For 2010, I resolved to do my record shopping at the thrift store. It wasn’t so much a financial decision—though I saved a few bucks in doin...

First it was Loretta Lynn. Now Jack White is bringing out singer Wanda Jackson for another bow. The rockabilly queen has a new album out, T...

I've got a bunch of new posts in the hopper for the new year. Sadly, this is not one of them. No, the new stuff just isn't quite th...

Gerry Rafferty's pickled liver finally walked off the job this week, so denying any further comeback attempt or call for one last round ...

Ninety percent of all music I've purchased this year has come from thrift stores. It was one of my New Year's resolutions -- to a...