A young dude with an old soul from Portland, OR. An insane man moonlighting as a respectable member of society. A rock n roller since my mother first spun The Police’s “Roxanne.” Y’know, a hipster. I’m also a dabbler in soul, funk, jazz, blues, electronic and hip-hop but perhaps it’s easier to list what I don’t like: most gangster rap, country-western and modern metal disagrees with my stomach.
Pulling my blog name from a Santana cover of Willie Bobo, I spend all day wondering what Ruban Nielson eats for breakfast, why French existentialism and post-punk is a match made in heaven, if Kamasi Washington is the Kanye West of jazz and just what the hell people hear in mumble rap. Between those things I write for his own blog The Fried Neckbones and Atwood Magazine. Go to atwoodmagazine.com for the nice clean thoughts; go to thefriedneckbones.net for the ramblings of an insane man.
If you want to see if your music agrees with my stomach, shoot me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org, subject line NEW MUSIC SUBMISSION (all caps so I know you mean it) along with basic information (album/single artist, title, producer, label, genre). I don’t promise to review everything, but I do promise to listen to anything sent my way.
I also write for Atwood Magazine