"In those days artistic success was not dollar driven," Bob Neuwirth once said of the early 1960s scene. "If you had something to say, was the way people were...
There have been so many celebrations of Bob Dylan's birthday lately, it feels as if he's been turning 70 for about a year. Which, I guess, technically i...
I once knew a gorgeous German blonde named Bettina whose love of great books was so deep, she'd become sexually aroused by the musty scent of first editions...
Steve Earle is America's finest singer-songwriter of a certain middle-age. From his astonishing debut album, Guitar Town, through Jerusalem, the best musica...
I'm 56 years old. Old enough to remember one president's assassination and another's resignation, black people getting beaten for insisting on the r...
4:20 is code for the time of day stoners allow themselves to blaze. The genesis of this custom is hazy (of course), though High Times magazine once pegged it to...
Susie Bright is the Emma Goldman of our time, a fearless left-wing troublemaker who celebrates sexuality as yet another front where human beings can reclaim fre...
The late Arthur Penn was one of the greatest movie directors of all time, yet the Philly-born maverick was a self-proclaimed "outsider to American film" known f...
San Francisco Chronicle pop music critic Joel Selvin is the last of the great rock 'n' roll newspapermen. Streetwise and knowledgeable, he's been ar...
Having lived through the Great Singer-Songwriter Scare of the early 1970s, I had mixed feelings before I saw the documentary Troubadours. Carole King, James Tay...
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