Jonny Whiteside

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FOUR DAYS OF "MY WAY"

When Francis Albert Sinatra kicked the bucket more than a decade ago, his departure left a yawning chasm in American pop that, despite the valiant but feeble ef...
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A CAVALCADE OF BROKEN DREAMS

For five decades, the stars upon on Hollywood Boulevard have been subjected to a steady diet of cigarette butts, shoe leather and, when the Reaper calls, the oc...
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Country and Soul: Honky Tonk Hero Mike Stinson on Leaving Los Angeles, Adjusting to Texas, and Why You Can't Manufacture a George Jones

Country singer-songwriter Mike Stinson, the consummate indie underdog, spent the better part of two decades in Los Angeles quietly churning out a slew of uniformly first-rate original honky-tonk ballads. While beloved by local fans (and music journalists), Stinson enjoyed few other rewards and finally abandoned us for Houston, Texas almost......
Honky-tonk exile: Mike Stinson.

Walking Away

Mike Stinson, the Virginia-born, Los Angeles–bruised honky-tonk singer-songwriter, is too genuine, too original, too artful and too damn country for his own goo...
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THE MOTHER OF ALL PICKERS

Dan Crary , the masterly guitarist perhaps best known for his long stint with bluegrass provocateurs Berline, Crary & Hickman, has been bewildering audiences wi...
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WHERE IS THAT DAMN RECIPE?

Composer-arranger-producer-musician Jimmy Webb is one the Great American Songbook's all-time noble latter-day contributors. Like Burt Bacharach, Webb steppe...
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FOREVER YOUNG (AND HOT!)

The 75th anniversary of the king of rock & roll's birth has seen a more than a few commemorative cash-ins -- the release of a splendid new four-CD box set E...
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THE MAN OF A THOUSAND HYPHENS

Ian Whitcomb? Don't take him for granted. The British-born author-musician-teen idol-broadcaster-journalist-musicologist -- a man of chronically sunny good ...
Mr. Tim; Credit: Richard Barone

Tiny Tim Returns

With his fright wig tresses, rumpled Salvation Army duds, shopping bagful of sheet music and battered ukulele, no one ever fit in less than Tiny Tim. The consum...