Camp Two Terriers: The Rapping, Texting,...

I suspected Camp Two Terriers would end up teaching me more than I was able to teach two thirteen year olds. Prediction fulfilled and it’s only the second day. As you might imagine, music appreciation was the first part of my education. You do get in a Country Western bubble in Left Coast Cowboyland. Not that I think Johnny Cash’s legacy has anything to fear from Justin...

Happy Birthday Johnny Cash

I’m late, but you didn’t think I’d let this day slip by without mention — a day that would have been Johnny Cash’s 78th birthday. I heard fans are paying homage by wearing black, but there has only ever been one and never will be another Man in Black. It’s sad that there is a perception among kids today that Johnny Cash was a Country singer. Yes, he...

Underplayed Christmas Gems: The Come to ...

No one has yet mounted a credible challenge to my assertion that I have the world’s largest, most eclectic and eccentric Christmas music collection. So I still hold the crown, and I’m uniquely qualified to steer you away from the tried and true, the boring and overplayed to the fresh, the different and the undiscovered in holiday music. So far I brought you a cross-genre...

The Ten Best Christmas Songs You Must Ad...

My friends will tell you that I have — bar none — the largest collection of Christmas music ever amassed on three iPods. Christmas music season starts in my house right after the Thanksgiving turkey leftovers are wrapped in foil. In fact, to my husband’s chagrin, I’ve been known to fire up the Christmas music in July, just to keep in practice. My Christmas...

Rediscovering The Johnny Cash Show

Let me first tell you something that may surprise long-time readers. I did not grow up in a Country music loving family. My parents’ extensive record collection was filled mostly with Classical records, soundtracks from the Broadway musicals they saw every chance they got and the obligatory Herb Alpert and Martin Denny exotica that was the standard soundtrack for cocktail...

Shamelessly Pandering to My Eastern Euro...

It never fails. When I post up something that hits Google with keywords like “cowboy”, “country music”, “Indians” or “Wild West”, Eastern Europe goes wild — judging from my stats. After yesterday’s post about taking my mother to an Indian Casino, there was hardly a soul east of the Elbe who wasn’t tuning in. However...