Under the soaring sunlit exposed brick heights of The Industrial Ballroom in Chicago, the room packed with neighbors.
If you listen hard, you can still hear the clink, clank dusty memories of when they manufactured product, when they made things for the world in this room and all the old factory buildings along the train tracks of Ravenswood…Continue
Other acts were stuck in traffic. Some balked at leading off. So by the time they all got to Woodstock, Richie Havens was up there singing about freedom.
Isn’t it amazing that you can say “Woodstock’ and every single person who reads the word, knows what you mean? Richie Havens opened the show in upstate…Continue
It’s Boston. Of course they’re here.
Right over there. In the spring breeze sun. At a table with a view. Spencer with a dark beer, Susan drinking something pink and of course Hawk has champagne. Robert B. Parker’s characters. If you close your eyes you can see them. Spencer like a hulking tree trunk. Hawk dressed impeccably, drawing eyes from women who…Continue