Pairings

  • Ride it to the Sky

    November 13, 2021 • 0 Comment

    Every so often you find yourself in a perfect place and time. All stars align and everything’s as it should be. For me, that time was back in the early 2000s when I was fortunate enough to be part of a core group of friends utterly absorbed with the Disco Biscuits. Our jobs, school schedules,...Read more

  • Nonna's Sauce Needs Sinatra

    July 20, 2021 • 4 Comments

    The best Italian restaurants have Italian folk songs vibrating through their speakers as patrons sitting in noisy dining rooms rip off pieces of crusty bread to sop up the last bits of tomato sauce stuck to the sides of their spaghetti bowls. Your favorite Mexican dives loop the same six Miriachi songs that strum to...Read more

  • A Shortcut to Owning Your Own Record Store

    July 10, 2021 • 0 Comment

    When your record collection gets big enough, you’ll start focusing less on buying vinyl from your favorite musicians and more on ramping up with random records in the various genres of music. The transition is often organic but if you want to jump ahead a few years and several hundred records, then give this some...Read more

  • Dylan

    June 18, 2021 • 1 Comments

    Bob Dylan’s an artist that transcends time. Like a Michelangelo sculpting or a Salinger short story, the man and his creation weave into the fabric of our lives. “Play some Dylan!” is an exclamation universally understood now and forever. His voice defines unique and his harmonica made blowing into mouth organs cool. I first introduced...Read more

  • Conquer Death with Vinyl

    April 26, 2021 • 1 Comments

    Every record collection has to start somewhere. Mine was born from death. When my aunt Tanya died in her 40s, it hit me like a freight train. Nobody close to me had ever passed away before. Cancer was a new term I had to learn, defined by suffering. My aunt never had children and never...Read more

  • Desert Trancing

    April 26, 2021 • 0 Comment

    Monday morning. The plane touched down in Las Vegas as I prepared for the drive ahead to a small California mountain town called, Lone Pine which was my launching point to climb Mount Whitney, the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States. This was the first time I left my wife and kids to embark...Read more