Saying hello to you from a frigid winter morning here in Washington. This is the first post of the New Year but I really don’t have anything to talk about. I mean I can make a fake news post. That’s a thing now, right?
Sad news. I found out that Black Crowes Keyboardist Eddie Harsch died back in November. Tragic. Too many greats swallowed up by the 2016 Reaper. The Black Crowes have a special place in my heart. I first heard them when I was a teen in southeast Oklahoma. Their southern rock sound getting inside my head in a different way than a lot of acts happening at the time. Maybe it had to do with my massive crush going on at the time. She was a hot mess and whenever I hear She Talks to Angels, I think of her. RIP Eddie. Your music helped me to fly away.
