BC is in town, I have miles to run before the Half-Marathon, an audio analysis on Medicaid to record Monday morning, and 10,000 words still to write on Texas.
Updates will be sporadic through the Half-Marathon.
OK, lest ye think writing has fallen by the wayside down in Music City, I give you Exhibits A-C:
At The Nashville Feed, I wrote about a bizarre confluence of musicians at the bluegrass-leaning Station Inn for the Tin Pan South Festival - Tommy Ramone (aka The Last Ramone Standing), bluegrass king Tim O'Brien, and I Fought the Law songsmith Sonny Curtis.
Over at wnew.com, I deliver a little dissertation on the best Welsh language rock album ever, courtesy of the Super Furry Animals. A language spoken by just one million people can be breathtakingly beautiful in a modern rock setting. Take that, Tom Jones.
Finally, I'm back on the commentary page at Suburban News (aka Somewhere Near Poverty), if only for a week. A chance encounter on Interstate 670 led me back to my old haunt - Basically, I am going to miss the smell created by Wonder Bread's baking operation in Columbus.
New media, old media, I don't care ... my whoredom for a byline knows no limits.
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