Carol Pacey and the Honey Shakers Archive

  • One afternoon I was sitting in a Tennessee dive bar sipping on whiskey and writing poetry next to a big burly fellow that looked like he could kill me by just twitching and a country song came on the jukebox–a terrible country song, not good country. It didn’t have grit, wit or wisdom, it was sad and slow and it made my ears ache, when suddenly the man that had been slamming gigantic mugs of beer, slapped the counter loudly, looked at me with a crazy stare and said loudly, “You know what sucks about most country?” he paused to...

    Say Yeah Yeah Yeah! to Carol Pacey & The Honey Shakers

    One afternoon I was sitting in a Tennessee dive bar sipping on whiskey and writing poetry next to a big burly fellow that looked like he could kill me by just twitching and a country song came on the jukebox–a terrible country song, not good country. It didn’t have grit, wit or wisdom, it was sad and slow and it made my ears ache, when suddenly the man that had been slamming gigantic mugs of beer, slapped the counter loudly, looked at me with a crazy stare and said loudly, “You know what sucks about most country?” he paused to...

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  • I’ve told the story many times before, but I think that once a year it bears repeating. Many years ago, when I was coming to terms with my musical illness and my compulsion to write about everything I heard that turned me on, I was just starting to get published outside the realm of my college newspaper, underground  publications and philosophy magazines. When I began writing, I had never intended to become a music journalist of any sort–I was way into politics and social issues, but as time would have it, the two loves of my life became entwined and ...

    The Sixth Annual International Pop Overthrow Phoenix!

    I’ve told the story many times before, but I think that once a year it bears repeating. Many years ago, when I was coming to terms with my musical illness and my compulsion to write about everything I heard that turned me on, I was just starting to get published outside the realm of my college newspaper, underground  publications and philosophy magazines. When I began writing, I had never intended to become a music journalist of any sort–I was way into politics and social issues, but as time would have it, the two loves of my life became entwined and ...

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  • Well, this is a jam packed weekend kids, no doubt about it. There is so much action going on its unbelievable and I’m not just talking about what will be happening in peoples pants, rather, what will be happening at venues across the valley. The kicker for me is that my beloved Jeepster is in the garage and I will be damn lucky if I surface at all this weekend. Thus I encourage everyone to make the most of this incredible list of shows that I will most probably miss. Although, I must admit when I see a lineup like...

    What’s Going Ahhhn…

    Well, this is a jam packed weekend kids, no doubt about it. There is so much action going on its unbelievable and I’m not just talking about what will be happening in peoples pants, rather, what will be happening at venues across the valley. The kicker for me is that my beloved Jeepster is in the garage and I will be damn lucky if I surface at all this weekend. Thus I encourage everyone to make the most of this incredible list of shows that I will most probably miss. Although, I must admit when I see a lineup like...

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  • Many years ago, when I was coming to terms with my musical illness and my compulsion to write about everything I heard that turned me on, I was just starting to get published outside the realm of my college newspaper, underground  publications and philosophy magazines. When I began writing, I had never intended to become a music journalist of any sort–I was way into politics and social issues, but as time would have it, the two loves of my life became entwined and  when my writing started to concern the music I loved there was no stopping it. It also...

    The International Pop Overthrow Phoenix!!!

    Many years ago, when I was coming to terms with my musical illness and my compulsion to write about everything I heard that turned me on, I was just starting to get published outside the realm of my college newspaper, underground  publications and philosophy magazines. When I began writing, I had never intended to become a music journalist of any sort–I was way into politics and social issues, but as time would have it, the two loves of my life became entwined and  when my writing started to concern the music I loved there was no stopping it. It also...

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