In
Anecdotal Evidence, the editor of
Zen Dixie magazine, Jas Faulkner, recalls a magical evening in Memphis in May of 1989. The headliner that night, at what was then known as the Beale Street Blues Festival, was Ray Charles. The only problem was...it was raining steadily. Would Jas miss this chance of a lifetime, to see and hear the great man? Or...?
And of course, I should mention that I have my usual "Roving Observer" article in there too, describing how music makes us who we are, with illustrations from my own experience with music. Have a read if you feel inclined:
You Are Your Music and Your Music is You.
I'm slowly browsing through the other articles now, and I'm really enjoying them so far. :-)
End shameless plug. Ha!