No, this is not a website. It is a blog,
The difference?
We Worship Marshall Crenshaw.
If you don’t get Crenshaw -if he kinda, yeah, rock guy, yeah, good but, you’ll never quite get me.
Crenshaw is DECADES of genius. Prosaic, sure. Melodic? God like.
When I say I have no time to listen to music, I mean I am not listening to James Brown and Marshall Crenshaw.
That’s what I do for fun. I spend my life whining about how all I do is write but when I am doing what I wanna do, I am listening to Marshall Crenshaw.
Back in the 80s I knew Crenshaw, and in the 90s I am in line with Louba for an afternoon show and I say hello. And he is walking by into the Bottom Line and I ask him to sing some obscurity. He says I’ll try, turns to a guy and turns down a request for an autograph from said guy, and, later, gets half way through the song I asked for, “Radio Girl” and forgets the lyric.
A fantastic planet of sound and love.