Author: Don Wilcock
Don Wilcock
Now into his second half century as the warrior music journalist, Don Wilcock began his career writing “Sounds from The World” in Vietnam, a weekly reader’s digest of pop music news for grunts in the field for the then largest official Army newspaper in the world, The Army Reporter. He’s edited BluesWax, FolkWax, The King Biscuit Times, Elmore Magazine, and also BluesPrint as founder of the Northeast Blues Society. Internationally, he’s written for The Blues Foundation’s Blues Music Awards program, Blues Matters and Blues World. He wrote the definitive Buddy Guy biography 'Damn Right I’ve Got The Blues,' and is currently writing copy for a coffee table book of watercolor paintings of blues artists by Clint Herring.
In less than a year’s time, the Supremes eclipsed the Miracles, the Temptations, and Mary Wells to become the highest profile group at a label that was redefining the very definition of pop music
It would be too easy to call ‘Out of The Dark’ an Americana album, but there’s too much of a primal scream here to give it that label
Catch this prelude to King Biscuit, the South’s most hallowed blues festival this Saturday night
Remembering Sam Cooke on his 90th birthday
“I don’t want to get up on stage and rehash what somebody else has already recorded. I want to get up on stage and tell my story. I feel that this new record is able to do that.”
“My thing with him was he did not give me this voice, and he can’t do anything with it except what I give and let him use…” – Darlene Love
The list of artists and the backstories of their involvement with the Carter administration, plus the performance footage, makes the two hours of this show pass in a flash
In this installment: Thinking for yourself
Kolassa’s songs have more hooks than a bait store, and he has an uncanny ability to find musicians who may not be the best known but the make his arrangements sparkle
‘Kaleidoscope Christmas’ is perfect for the veteran music aficionado who wants their seasonal cheer a little deeper than the usual kitsch