This post originally ran over on Sleeping Hedgehog which you really should visit after reading this post.
Come in! Leave your boots and anorak over by the roaring, rattlin’ fire! Yes, feet in stockings are common here…
I see that you noticed that the season has turned nasty in this North Atlantic city where our . . . → Read More: Steeleye Span: Folk with a Rocky Edge
This post first appeared over at Sleeping Hedgehog but I though it might interest readers here as well.
From the announcement:
After many years of performing, and hundreds of requests for CDs, we are thrilled to announce Charles de Lint‘s album, Old Blue Truck. Recorded at Brock Zeman’s Mud Music Studio, the CD features ten . . . → Read More: Tamson House Music!
Readers who know Jack Vance strictly through the Dying Earth or Lyonesse story cycles are most likely going to be gobsmacked by the publication (courtesy of the gracious folks at Subterranean) of Dangerous Ways, a collection of three short mystery novels Vance penned in the 60s and early 70s.
The introduction, by Terry Dowling and . . . → Read More: Jack Vance, Dangerous Ways
I’m tired of winter. It’s gone on far too long this year, and the satisfaction of watching storms through a secure window has faded. I’m an old man — when snow keeps on into April I start feeling my age, and feeling sorry for myself; when there’s still ice on a fine May morning, I . . . → Read More: Mackenzie’s Wrong: It’s Still Winter
The Spring ale is flowing freely, the Neverending Session is in the Courtyard enjoying the unseasonably warm weather, and there’s a lot of rather randy sounds coming from Oberon’s Wood.
So why the bloody fuck would we expect anyone to write reviews under these conditions? I certainly wouldn’t! Nor would I expect the editorial . . . → Read More: It’s Spring!
There’s a difference between getting money for what you do and doing it for money. If you don’t do it for love, or because you think it needs doing, get out and let somebody else do it. If nobody else does it, maybe that means it shouldn’t be done. — Emma Bull’s Bone Dance
Iain’s . . . → Read More: Words and Music