Rock Stars Who Will Actually Take My Call (Including Some Who Won't Hang Up)
Music vet and New Times scribe Lee Zimmerman offers his insights, opinions, and observations about the local scene. This week: a little bit of bragging and a whole lot of chatter.
Before beginning, I'm giving fair warning. I'm gonna do a whole bunch of name dropping, here, and possibly even some bragging.
On the other hand, I make no apologies. One of the real perks of this gig is the opportunity to talk to my rock 'n' roll heroes, and in some cases, to actually make a bond, or friends. Or at least create enough of a personal impression to lead some to remember my name.
Some folks might find this silly stuff, and some people might consider me a kind of groupie as a consequence. So I'll confess. Being the total music obsessive that I am, I am indeed enamored of those that make music (#nohomo) But why not? Their art has made an indelible impression on my senses and sensibilities. Their music has become my passion. I live it, and I breathe it. So why would I not embrace those that make the music that brings me such joy? Even with a big, old man hug if prompted.




































