JOSE PADUA's fiction, nonfiction, and poetry have appeared in many publications. He is co-author of the blog Shenandoah Breakdown.
FEB 2013 | Music
When I was a child and first heard yodeling, all I knew was that it did something to me, and that what it did to me was strange, mysterious, and maybe even (if I were wont to use such terms back then) spiritual and profound.
MAR 2010 | Music
Fame can be a huge pain in the ass. And sometimes, of course, it can be a hell of a lot more than that. On the one hand, it can mean that an artist has a decent-sized audienceoften a necessity if the artist wants to focus on the work and not have to deal with crappy jobs to make a living.
JUL-AUG 2005 | Music
Its one of those nights. Youve fucked up really bad and youre fucked-up drunk. Youve embarrassed yourself and everyone around you. Your friends hate you. People who have only the vaguest notion of who you are hate you. People who only know your face hate you.
MAR 2013 | Music
Seventeen years ago, my wife bought a television after seeing an ad on Craigslist. It was a small cathode-ray-tube TV, the kind you never see now in the days of flat-screen monsters.
JUL-AUG 2006 | Music
As I drove into the playground parking lot on a warm spring day, the sound of Mohammed El Amraouis voice was pulsing through the speakers and out of the open windows of my car. My three-year-old daughter was in the back seat, listening comfortably to the music as she gazed out the window.
APR 2004 | Music
When you think of the great images that have come out of rock n roll, what comes to mind are pictures of, say, Jimi Hendrix holding his arms aloft like a voodoo priest as his guitar goes up in flames.