The Oz Mix

The Clash used to advertise themselves as the only band that matters.  A comment on the limp insipidness of most pop music at the time they ...

It was about 2:30am sometime in the autumn of 1990 when I got a call from Herbie Hancock's manager Tony Meilandt.  I let the machine pic...

Once upon a time back in days of yore, I was asked by Terry Tompkins to record an album for his band The Now Feeling. It featuring guest voc...

An old friend, Pierre Vervloesem, introduced me to his friend Peter Vandenberghe the pianist of the Belgian piano jazz trio Too Noisy Fish. ...

For 75 minutes on Sunday, February 3rd, I felt perceptually positioned at the center of the creative flow of new sonorous environments and d...

Here goes with the wildest, most unbelievable claim ever seen on this blog: Space Junk , the new release by Materialized persuasively demo...

Bob Dylan has had most every aspect of his life scrutinized, analyzed, categorized and symbolized but I don't know if anyone has looked ...