Wes Phillips

Holy moly! An Aquarium Drunkard has posted an entire album's worth of outtakes from the 1962 The Freewheeling Bob Dylan sessions. That's 25 tracks—cancel work for today!

The name of the essay is "Fervor," and that's what Ross writes with. If you can read the last paragraph of this tribute to Ms. Hunt Lieberson without tearing up, you have my condolences.

Somehow it all relates to Maslow's hierarchy of human needs.

This comic strip from the Perry Bible Fellowship seems to suggest that you can screw your way out of a crises. If they say so . . . .

My first year in New York, my friend Larry Bassman was stunned to learn I'd never been to an opera, so he picked up the phone and ordered two tickets to that night's performance at the Met. It was Peter Grimes, starring Jon Vickers. What a tough act to follow.

John And Rudy Dopyera's collection of one-of-a-kind musical instruments is for sale at Elderly Instruments. If you know who they are, you've already clicked the external link, so I'll tell everybody else that the trademark "Dobro" is a contraction of DOpyera BROthers and their resonating instruments changed the sound of American music—blues, Hawaiian, bluegrass all rely on that haunting, sliding sound.

At two points in my life, I experienced cluster headaches that lasted for about six months. They're completely incapacitating—not only is the pain crippling, but you live your life anticipating that every change in your internal balance is the onset of your next session.