Sunday, March 29, 2015

TRUTHers Wanted.



"Josh Alan Friedman has chops like a wolf. The French had a phrase for his tropism for the seedy, the gutter, the outcasts: nostalgie de la boue. This book deserves wide attention." --Jerry Wexler, co-founder of Atlantic Records 

"A can't-put-it-down rock 'n' roll read ... a must for any fan of good music writing and great storytelling." --William Michael Smith, Houston Press 

"He dances off the page, improvises, hits all the grace notes. He knows the turfspeak of both showbiz and quality lit." --Michael Simmons, High Times 

"The architects and the artists, the legends and the liars, the famously acclaimed and the anonymously unsung... each one a delectable bit of voyeurism." 
--PopMatters 

Jerry Leiber. Doc Pomus. Ronnie SpectorDr. John. Mose Allison. David "Fathead" Newman. Keith Ferguson. Tommy Shannon. Joel Dorn. Cornell Dupree. Sam Myers. Andrew Baxter Jr. Rick Sikes & the Rhythm Rebels

The classic collection by Josh Alan Friedman returns in a big new edition from Wyatt Doyle Books/New Texture. 

Back in print in a new, definitive edition, this unflinching, critically acclaimed collection by Black Cracker author Josh Alan Friedman gets up close and personal with some of the most important and unsung figures in 20th century blues and rock 'n' roll. From household names to the unacknowledged architects behind both the unforgettable sounds and the multi-billion-dollar industry, here are music's big winners and tragic losses; the self-made, the self-serving, and the self-destructive. Friedman captures intimate insights, unearths secret histories, and shines a light on parts of the music business most prefer not to talk about. 


An antidote to antiseptic cultural mythologizing, Tell the Truth Until They Bleed is show business without the showbiz. After too many years out of circulation, Truth is back.

Available NOW in paperback, ebook, and limited edition hardcover.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Monday, March 23, 2015

Josh Alan Friedman Brings TRUTH to the Wildcatter!



The new, definitive edition of Tell the Truth Until They Bleed premieres this month in paperback, ebook, and as a limited edition hardcover. Truth's release coincides with Josh Alan's Wildcatter Exchange appearance at Landers Machine Shop (207 E Broadway Ave., Fort Worth 76104) this Saturday, March 28th at 4 p.m.

For the full schedule of events, visit the Wildcatter Exchange's website, here.

 

Thursday, March 19, 2015

In a dream I had last night

I was on a high floor in a small skyscraper when what seemed like a tremendous gust blew the top floor off the building. There was a large group of us in a big, open room a few floors down. We were trying to figure out what had happened when the whole building felt like it was knocked over in one piece. Somehow it didn’t affect our equilibrium, but we all knew it was the end. From a corner, Bob Dylan took out a guitar and started to sing; a presumptuous gesture, I thought. Maybe there were people there who didn’t want Bob Dylan to be the last thing they ever heard. It occurred to me then that the whole thing may have somehow been Dylan’s plot, and I considered the idea that we were in a high-tech video game or virtual reality he had authored.

The building fell through the air for some time, as if from a great height. Inside, we awaited our demise. But looking out a window, it appeared the building might land in the middle of a wide river, and that’s exactly what happened. The impact will kill us, I thought; but it didn’t. The building will sink and we’ll drown within minutes, I figured; but we floated easily, following the current. I climbed out a window, and walked to the top of the building, the prow of our ark. I took a seat, my legs dangling.

At once I could see we were closing fast on the ledge of an enormous, surging waterfall, five or more times the height of our building. The current guided the prone building across the waterfall’s threshold cleanly, the top floors of effortlessly gliding into the open air, projecting over the drop like a diving board. The view was dizzying. As our vessel began to tip over the falls, I raised my arms rollercoaster high and at the top of my lungs yelled, “YAHOO!”


 
text/photo copyright © 2015 Wyatt Doyle

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Josh Alan Friedman for #SaveNYC



"When I say they've destroyed New York's old stores, bars, restaurants, hangouts, I'm saying the real estate market has destroyed the sacred watering holes and gathering places of the 20th century."

Click here to watch.

Visit #SaveNYC and do something about it.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015