Yetti Tracks: All of my heroes are dead... but they still makes noise.

As a music lover I am embarrassed to say that I just found out Blaze Foley ever existed. This morning as I was listening to a curated Apple playlist when I came accross the song " Drunken Angel " by Lucinda Williams. I am not a Lucinda Williams fan per-say, but I was stricken by the song. I just had to know who the song was about. " Drunken Angel " sounded too personal not to be about someone specific in the songwriters life. So down I jumped into the Google-Tubes and found that " Drunken Angel " was about a Singer/Songwriter named "Blaze Foley". Blaze Foley? Sounds like a 50's western. I can see it on the marquee in lights. "The Legend Of Blaze Foley". With a name like "Blaze" what would his horse be called? I remember thinking that whatever a "Blaze Foley" was it absolutely had to be terrible. Even if Lucinda Williams was effected enough to write about him. The next course of action was straight to the mag

Radiohead recently lit up social media by doing the most simple, genius move I've seen in a long time. They removed themselves from the internet. Radiohead knew that when you are one of the worlds most revered bands, you will get a lot of attention by disappearing. This past Sunday the website (which had increasingly gone more opaque day by day) went white and all social media was taken down. By Monday morning the news of Radiohead's disappearance from the interwebs had spread. Radiohead related hashtags were trending and people were talking about where their favorite band had gone. Un-marketing genius had been achieved. True you have to be a colossal brand with the reach to match. But it is also true that you need the creativity and insight to realize what might happen if you up and vanished.  It wasn't until the cryptic teaser popped up on the band's website that I realized what had really happened.  I had been un-marketed. Slowly Radiohead's internet presence r

In my previous post (that no one will read) I made reference to bands whose members were not so much amongst the living. One band in particular stood out in my mind when I wrote that line. That band is The Doors. I am trying to not make these posts too personal. But let's be honest. Music is intensely personal. It is a sonic manifestation of your day, or month, or year. Like a Summer CD. Everyone has one. One Summer Sublime sounds great. ALL SUMMER LONG. Other Summers Hayes Carll and his dusty cowboy voice fits the bill. It changes your attitude. Helps you get through cleaning your two story house by yourself. Or helps you forget that you just got dumped by the person you thought was your forever person. Whatever the case. Music is there. So who am I kidding when I say I'll try not to make this blog too personal. So in an effort to not get really, really personal. Let us start with band number two. Which happens to be my band number one. The Doors. Out here in the perimeter t

My name is Eddie Grogan. I am an Art Director. I spend a lot of time behind an iMac listening to music. So I figured I should make something out of the time I spend absorbing album after album on Apple Music. This is a blog dedicated to music. A blog dedicated to music that I feel matters and how that music affects my life. Great albums are works of art that sometimes need to be passed on from one generation to the next. Kind of like a good recipe.  If it is not passed down, I fear important periods of music will will be lost forever. I experienced this first hand recently. I was watching an 18 year old as he listened to David Bowie for the first time. Bowie had   recently passed away  so it sparked his interest. The album "sounded old" the 18 year old said. "Ugh" I thought. This can't be a thing. Not with unlimited access to decades worth of music. The younger generation has so much music at their fingertips. Although they have no idea what is out there. Or wha