In the last post , I summarized my early life experience immersed in music and my eventual move toward an understanding of my religion that ...

Music gets me through hard times. My father was a blues and country man. Sired in the hills of Kentucky, he had a profound appreciation fo...

Although my own experiments with primal music are drawing to a close, I will not, God willing, lose my awareness of the power of voice and r...

I'm struggling with committing the shuddering reality of my present to song. In the sixteen months since the release of what they took...

Back in 2008, the Foundation for Ethnic Understanding launched an initiative they call " twinning ." It's a beautifully inspi...

My first exposure to the work of Alan Lomax was a collection of prison songs that I picked up, probably after hearing something on public r...

This could be the summer of the drum. Primal Music Monday (PMM) was abandoned months ago. There were lots of reasons for that. Multiple ...