HIGHLY RECOMMENDED:
TONIGHT! - JAMEY JOHNSON (the biggest bearded, baddest-looking, baddest country bass singing, monster guitar playing when he wants to, kick-ass band leader and insightful, wise, sensitive songwriter around,
By CHARLES ANDREWS
AM I A ROCKER OR A CLASSICAL DUDE?
The answer of course is, I’m both. And country-reggae-jazz-North African trance. But I do lean certain ways, and
By CHARLES ANDREWS
I USED TO BE FAIRLY NORMAL
Then I started writing this column, seven years ago.
Now I never know what to think, or what anyone else in
By CHARLES ANDREWS
DID I FEEL THE EARTH MOVE?
I’d be remiss to not mention an extraordinary music event I witnessed last weekend.
My wife Diane Michelle, a spellbinding
By CHARLES ANDREWS
KEEP HOPE ALIVE
I often — too often, these days — come back for strength to that signature quote from Rev. Jesse Jackson, from decades ago, and he still
By CHARLES ANDREWS
I was privileged to have seen her perform once in the mid-’80s, playing piano and singing in a small jazz club in Silver Lake named Mark’
By CHARLES ANDREWS
THE OTHER SHOE
Has finally dropped. Is it a game changer? Or just an adjustment, a gnat to be flicked away by our entrenched corruption cabal here,
By CHARLES ANDREWS
Can I bestow a HIGHLY RECOMMENDED on a concert because of one short piece just before intermission? You bet I can, if it’s my music column
By CHARLES ANDREWS
Grammys coming up Sunday at Staples, all those music stars here have time on their hands, some inevitably pop up and perform at local venues, just for
