by carl wilson

Nada Surf, as in "Don't Bother" (yet)

No column in Thursday's Globe due to the eds. blowing out all space on the Film Festival launch. The likely booby prize will be that it will appear in the weekend paper - a piece on the Drive-By Truckers, Old 97s, Allison Moorer, Big & Rich and the rise & fall &, er, rise of alt-country (whatever that is).

Meanwhile in today's Globe enjoy my colleague Mark Miller's dialogue with Roswell Rudd: "Call me fun, call me Dixieland, call me innovative, call me lyrical... but don't call me late for dinner and certainly not 'avant-garde'!" Trombone twista Rudd is at the Guelph Jazz fest this weekend with Archie Shepp, whose embouchure, Rudd claims, is just fine. Uh-huh.

The Writ | Posted by zoilus on Wednesday, September 08 at 06:39 PM | Linking Posts | Comments (0)


Zoilus by Carl Wilson