The woman has cancer, and, just four days after being discharged from Norton Audubon Hospital, she’s back again because she can’t keep food down. Sitting forlornly on the edge of her bed, she tries to be philosophical. “When you look around,” she says, “you see other people worse than you.” Still, she’s worried and scared. The last thing on her mind is music.
Moving into a new century has proven awkward and sometimes surreal for the music world (or, if you prefer the more pejorative term, the “music industry”).
$UCCE$$: Louisville Shows - Do us all a favor and go see a show (Does Louisville get good shows? Does it have a right to? )
At some point or another, many of us Louisvillians have found ourselves driving home from Cincinnati or St. Louis or Nashville or Indianapolis at 2 oâ€™clock in the morning, adrenaline-rushed and sleepy, all for the sake of seeing a good show.
Dead GenresMEMO: From the LEO Music DeskTo: JAY DITZER & T.E. LYONSGentlemen: I sincerely hope this correspondence finds you well. As you know, the time is upon us for the annual LEO Music Issue. This year’s crop of stories is particularly strong, if not a little intellectually heavy. We need a counterweight, something to bring a few laughs and hopefully even chortles, and you are the ideal pair for the gig. The assignment is this: Consider genres you’d like to see dead, wiped, gone from radio and shows and racks of CDs. I don’t care which ones you choose, just make sure to include a fairly rational argument to about your choice. And gentlemen, remember to always choose responsibly. —SG CELTIC-LITE AND SIMILAR NEW-AGE DILUTIONSMain Offenders: Since so many of the acts are interchangeable, you might as well just blame the labels (Windham Hill, Narada). Goddamn the day (roughly the time the “Titanic” soundtrack came out) when all these bastard children of Keith Jarrett, Tangerine Dream and Clannad left their patchouli-scented gift shops — because now music lovers are tempted to throw them into internment camps. Senate hearings should be used to reveal that all of the possible melodies for this relaxing drollery were used up many years ago and they’re all just repeating themselves.Concurrently, a federal grant program should be used to try to find something — Anything! — new in the way of tunes for these mellowed-unto-miasma musicians to play; otherwise, no new plastic/petrochemicals should be wasted (thus raising oil prices) and we should all just set up swap-meets to exchange the discs that are in existence now. —T.E.L.
A few weeks ago, before one word was written for this LEO music issue, a group of staff writers and freelancers got together for pizza and an “idea session.” Ideas, those elusive, beautiful, challenging beasts that drive us to stay up all night looking for missing words, the right paint color, the best way to ask a question.
High on music•Andy High,WFPK-FM audio engineer (Photo by Kelly Mackey) In the mid-1980s, while working at Taxi’s Pizza in the Highlands, Andy High visited a recording studio. He was smitten. The sight of the boards and other gizmos fed his dream of working in music — he’d taken guitar lessons since age 9. He got to work, earning an associate’s degree in electronic engineering and getting hired at Falk Recording Studio.
Independent artists are finding themselves more in the mainstream, but with a route that’s anything but conventional, and a price that’s sometimes anything but fair
Radio legend Ron “King B” Britain was that weird kind of countercultural icon who can meaningfully exist in the mainstream and retain credibility with the underground. He finally left the biz when he couldn’t watch the suits stab creativity to death any longer. Then he came back to Louisville.
Success: An Interview With Carrie Neumeyer
Some days youâ€™re the doughnut, some days the hole: Butchertown residents raise a stink about new Swift traffic flows
The writer Kurt Vonnegut Jr., no stranger to scatological metaphors, has often had a character implore another to “take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.”