blog migrated from TypePad

This blog originated on TypePad in 2005, and since then I’ve quietly posted personal stuff here. About half of it is travelogues with the missus, and the other half is random junk that was on my mind. Starting in 2015 or so I was posting more on FB, and less here, but I still would at least log our trips here for quick reference.

Over the years, the TypePad platform got worse and worse. For example, the search function here broke years ago, as did the archive listing function, so I couldn’t even find my own posts! Sometimes a targeted Google search would take me to them, sometimes not. Nonetheless, despite the troubles, it was never bad enough for me to migrate off the platform.

After circling the drain for a few years, TypePad shut down for good on Sept 30th, and they gave us 30 days warning. After some hunting around (and finding several really terrible solutions), I came across this guy’s TypePad python scripts, which hoovers up the content from TypePad, including images, then massages it into WordPress-importable form.

So, this month I worked on that move, starting with the capturing of the old blog’s contents, including images; obviously that was the critical action to be done before Sept 30th. After I safely had that on my computer, I then set up this new website, and worked on importing/uploading all these old posts into it. As I type this, that basics are all in place, and all 219 (!) posts are now visible here. Hey look, search works again! The image handling isn’t great; it lost the text wrapping we were doing, especially in our image-heavy travelogue entries; it also lost the click-to-enlarge function, and I’ve put both on the todo list.

A major omission is the comments on the posts, which are all missing — for now. I do have them downloaded, but will need to manually upload them. Most critically, on a few posts (OK, maybe only one) I came back over the years and logged some more things via comments on that post, and I definitely want to restore that.

Et cetera et cetera. Thanks for stopping by!

Big Ears Knoxville 2025

Annual trek to Knoxville for the Big Ears music festival.

Short reviews (and a representative photo) of each performance are on Facebook, perhaps to be copied over to here someday. For now I’m posting these summaries here for quick(er) reference than I can get from Facebook.

Thursday, day 1 of 4: – Kramer – Tigran Hamaysan – Tyshawn Sorey + Adam Rudolph – Steve Roach and the astonishing Age Of Reflections projection – Wayne White’s Username/Password – Darkside

Friday, day 2 of 4: – Immanuel Wilkins ensemble – Philip Glass Ensemble – Fugazi film – Tyshawn Sorey (Feldman/Rothko) – Sun Ra – Joseph Keckler – Thor Harris – Dawn Richard + Spencer Zahn – Squanderers – Sorey again – Steve Roach again – Mike Reed’s Separatist Party – Maria Chavez + Miriam Rezaei + Victoria Shen

Saturday, day 3 of 4: – Eiko Ishibashi film score – Steven Shick – Philip Glass Ensemble (again) – Holocaust violins exhibit – Wayne White artwork – Pangrok prints – Beak – WTF portrait mode, and camera shortcut – William Basinski and the Art Of Reflections projections again – Michael Rother (Neu et al) – the astonishing Peni Candra Rini – SML – Dakha Brakha – Claire Chase et al – SUSS – Ahmed – Clipping – Fabulous Funky Fred – Water Damage

Sunday, day 4 of 4: – Soundtrack to a Coup d’Etat (film) – more gallery wandering – Susan Alcorn tribute – Eliza McCarthy – Kahil El’Zabar Ethnic Heritage Ensemble – old cemetery – Anoushka Shankar

Big Ears Knoxville 2024

We made our annual trek to Knoxville for the Big Ears music festival.

Short reviews (and a representative photo) of each performance are on Facebook, perhaps to be copied over to here someday.

Thursday, day 1 of 4: – Joe Henry and Kenny Wollesen launch event – Tord Gustavson – Zoe Keating – Tyondai Braxton – the incredible Jlin – Wombo – Unwound, LOL

Friday, day 2 of 4: – Fourth & Gill neighborhood – Charles Lloyd doc – John Paul Jones – Haitian voudu doc (stunning) – Henry Threadgill – Brad Mehldau – Chocolate Genius – Laurie Anderson – Bitchin Bajas – Suzi Analogue – Carl Craig Saturday, day 3 of 4: – Trio Medieval – Secret Chiefs 3 – Colleen – Colin Stetson – Horse Lords – Yasmin Williams – SGM – JG Thirlwell – Herbie Hancock – Ash Fure

Sunday, day 4 of 4: – Wollesonic – Allen Toussaint doc – Secret Chiefs 3 – Threadgill / Iyer / Prieto – KMRU – Steve Keane – Aleuchatistas – Thurston Moore + John Paul Jones – Laraaji/Suphala

Big Ears Knoxville 2023

Annual trek to Knoxville for the Big Ears music festival. The weather was pretty good, just one day of on-and-off rain and then a day of high winds (which sadly scuttled the big parade for the weekend). We sprung again for the more expensive “Premier” passes that allowed us to skip the worst of the waiting lines. Our hotel (Embassy Suites) cost an arm and a leg, though, far more than the festival passes; next year we’ll try the Hyatt Place again.

I ran “in” the Knoxville marathon again 🙂

Drove there and back in an electric car, with just one 10 minute stop for charging. It’s 2023 folks, time to get over it and give up your gasser. See me for advice.

Short reviews (and a representative photo) of each performance are on Facebook, perhaps to be copied over to here someday.

Thursday, day 1 of 4: – Yarn/Wire – King Britt – Phill Niblock – Bill Orcutt Guitar Quartet – Kali Malone

Friday, day 2 of 4: – Robert Ashley street opera thing – trumpeter Nate Wooley – Yarn/Wire again – Robert Lundberg piece with Atlanta improv-ers – Carl Stone Trio – Xylouris White – Joe Rainey – Pino Palladino – William Parker with regrettable bonus – Billy Woods – Caterina Barbieri

Saturday, day 3 of 4: – Stephen O’Malley – Lee Ranaldo – William Parker’s Mayan Space Station – Etran de L’Air – Luke Schneider – Sierra Ferrell – Aroof Aftab / Maeve Gilchrist / Shahzad Ismaily – SUSS – Xylouris White – Fujiiiita

Sunday, day 4 of 4: – Knoxville marathon 🙂 – the singing saw guy – Lonnie Holley – Wadada Leo Smith – Nate Wooley – King Coal screening – Oneohtrix Point Never – Zorn / Dunn / Lombardo – Zorn Cobra conduction

Nashville and Indiana

We had to go to Indiana for an Unnamed Family Obligation, so decided to stop in Nashville for a couple days on the way up.

Monday: drive to Nashville

stopped in Trenton GA on way up for lunch and car charge

Nashville: Ryman tour (and stage photo!)

Frist Art Museum

Robert’s Western World

Tuesday: Nashville

Opryland and (newer) Grand Ole Opry, all terrible

Parthenon

weird ghost kitchen lunch

Tootsie’s

The Listening Room

Wednesday: Nashville then drive to Indianapolis

Johnny Cash Museum

Patsy Cline Museum

National Corvette Museum (20 minute charging stop)

Kentucky Stonehenge

Oscar Getz Whiskey Museum

Heaven Hill distillery (and huge rickhouses everywhere)

Thursday: Indianapolis then points south

historic winter storm, with extreme cold, was approaching, so we upended our original plans

quick drive around Indianapolis, including diminutive steam clock

Franklin IN for family business

POW Chapel at Camp Atterbury

Bloomington: Trojan Horse, Garret driveby

Battery Innovation Center and charging fail

limping south to make it to next station in Kentucky and overnight stay

Jasper: Providence Home geode grotto

Jasper: Schnitzelbank German restaurant, three hour stay while charging

overtaken by cold front (40 deg to 10 deg within two hours), which worsened range problem

overnighted in southern Indiana instead

Friday: finish drive home

wake up to -3 deg cold but fully charged car

four charging stops on way home (being extra conservative in cold)

frozen windshield washer fluid, both in car and at gas stations

Regrets:

Shaker Village

Thomas Merton Hermitage

Goat Milk Stuff

Indianapolis: medical museum, art museum, Broad Ripple neighborhood

Slocum mechanical puzzle collection

Birdhouse paradise

extra NYC trip for Jawbox etc.

This old post-punk band Jawbox was holding some special reunion shows in NYC and I decided to go. While I was in NYC (by myself) I did a bunch of other stuff.

Wed July 20th

view of Sandy Hook’s North Beach on approach into NYC

arrive via LaGuardia via Delta and shiny new Terminal C

take bus+subway to Greenwich Village and AirBnB room in 5th floor walkup

dinner at Bleecker Street pizza and on to Le Poisson Rouge, venue for show

opener: Savak, with members from old DC scene

headliner: Jawbox, playing material from early albums and singles (“Dischord era”), delivered what I came for in the first three songs!

afterwards: walk by Blue Note and Village Vanguard, back to pad for planning and sleep

Thu July 21st

run along Hudson River and down to Battery Park

stop at Merchant Marine Memorial

walk up Canyon of Heroes

lunch at Chelsea Market (smaller than expected, smaller than Ponce City Market)

immersive digital projection experience at Artechouse

Little Island was closed due to nearby lightning, seemed like it would never open so abandoned for …

Whitney Museum including Biennial

Hudson River WetLab

dinner at Joe’s Pizza and on to Le Poisson Rouge

opener: Versus, beloved indie band from back in the day, didn’t play any of the couple songs I’d hoped for, but OK anyway

headliner: Jawbox, playing material from middle albums, was fine but not as interested, left halfway through

over to Small’s Jazz Club (thanks to AirBnB host Kristin for the tip) and saw a combo that featured the talented Simon Moullier on vibraphone but also Mark Whitfield Jr on drums was great.

Fri Jul 22nd

Museum at Eldridge Street, a grand old synagogue from the 1890s when Jews dominated the Lower East Side

met up with old friend Allan, walk around LES and end up at Essex Market (the new one, not old one across the street)

dinner at Manousheh Bleecker and then on to Le Poisson Rouge for last time

opener: Ted Leo (playing solo, not with The Pharmacists), nice job

headliner: Jawbox, playing material from late albums, those songs are growing on me, but left at end of main set (before encores)

took subway out to Williamsburg where I’d hoped to see another show but it got Covid-cancelled; walked around, took CitiBike to subway, discovered the G-line runs rarely at night, got a Lyft

met up with Allan again at The Library, out late

Sat Jul 23rd

subway up to New York Public Library for their Polonsky Exhibition of the NYPL’s Treasures

hello to Patience and Fortitude, wander through Bryant Park

subway back down to Greenwich village, nope, subway halted, took long, careful CitiBike ride sans helmet!

finish packing, subway+bus to LGA, last look back at metro NYC for how long?

Regrets (didn’t get to it, or want to do with Sharon):

  • Mount Saint Michaels in Bronx (OAC school)
  • The Cloisters
  • Harlem jazz museum
  • Little Island
  • piano man in Washington Square Park
  • Governor’s Island
  • Summit One Vanderbilt (touristy?)
  • Frick Madison
  • see Time Out NY’s “100 Best Things” list for more (including several of above)

Hudson River, Catskills, Jersey Shore, Jersey City and Manhattan

Annual reunion with the extended Campbell family, this year meeting up in NJ / NY area in memory of my Dad who passed away last August.

(check photos and texts)

July 2nd: drive up the Hudson River Valley

EWR pickup of Polestar 2 electric car

Weehawken dueling grounds / Alexander Hamilton memorial

West New York, Versailles condo stop, late lunch in nearby cafe

Fort Lee and the George Washington Bridge

Up through Yonkers and thenthe new Tappen Zee (Mario Cuomo) Bridge

View of Indian Point power plant and Peekskill across the river

Up past Bear Mountain and across the Bear Mountain bridge

Drive through Beacon and failed stop at DIA Gallery (closed)

Drive through Hyde Park and long stroll around the grounds of the Vanderbilt mansion

Kingston hotel and Japanese restaurant (Yasuda)

July 3nd: drive around the Catskills and down to Asbury Park

town of Woodstock

drive along Route 28(?) through multiple towns

lunch in Andes

drive around Pecaton reservoir

drive down to Bethel and Woodstock museum / amphitheater

drive by The Church of the Little Green Man

drive south through northern NJ down to Asbury Park

meet up with family and dinner on boardwalk pavilion with fireworks

July 4th: in Asbury Park with family

OAC memorial 10k run (virtual Peachtree Road Race)

boardwalk, arcade, beach

dinner with Bridget video show

July 5th: in Asbury Park with family

boardwalk, arcade, beach

OAC memorial event at Sandy Hook’s North Beach

drive by Aunt Betty’s place in The Highlands

dinner at Bahr’s landing

July 6th: drive through Jersey City and first evening in Manhattan

check out of hotel and head out of Asbury Park

drive to Menlo Park Diner and brunch with entire family

drive to 489 Mercer St in Jersey City and brief walk around neighborhood

drive to Holy Cross Cemetery and hunting down the Campbell gravesite (w/ Kay D. and others)

family splits up and we drive to Newark train station to return car

train + subway to hotel

dinner at Lexington Brass

Broadway play: David Mamet’s American Buffalo

July 7th: Manhattan, Ellis Island and Stature of Liberty

Central Park run?

black cars to Liberty State Park and ferry to Ellis Island

family splits up and some go on hospital tour and some do family research

immigration museum

ferry to Statue of Liberty and quick walk around

ferry to Battery Park

dinner?

July 8th: Manhattan

walk along 57th Street by Steinway Building, Hearst Tower, 425 W 57th, John Jay, Fordham and Lincoln Center

family splits up, solo walk down through 7Xst, Riverside Park, almost to Hudson Yards and High Line, back to hotel

St Patrick’s Cathedral including Lady Chapel and Friday night mass

dinner at Sardi’s

walk through Times Square and eventually to ice cream

July 9th: last of Manhattan then home

Union Square Market

Ukrainian Town

Tenement Museum

back to hotel for checkout then to EWR and home

Big Ears Knoxville 2022

Three years since the last one, with the 2020 and 2021 editions being cancelled by you-know-what, we were back in Knoxville for the annual Big Ears music festival.

Thursday March 24th

So Percussion at Wigsphere amphitheater

75 Dollar Bill at The Standard

Sparks at the Tennessee Theater

Friday March 25th

(went for a run along the river)

James McVinnie and Tristan Perich at St. John’s Cathedral

Arooj Aftab at Tennessee

Dafnis Prieto’s Si o Si Quartet at Bijou Theater (no pic)

Caroline Shaw and So Percussion at Tennessee Theater (no pic, not sure if I actually saw this)

(drinks at Peter Kern Library?)

Kris Davis’ Diatom Ribbons Trio at Old City PAC

A Dancers World and One Day Pina Asked… (documentaries) at UT Downtown Gallery

Patti Smith at Tennessee

Fennesz at Jackson Terminal

Lido Pimienta at Standard

DINA at Pilot Light

Saturday March 26th

Mary Lattimore and William Tyler at Tennessee

So Percussion at First Baptist (w Kronos and others)

Krewe du Cattywampus Parade

John Zorn: Songs For Petra Haden

(surprise encounter with 75 Dollar Bill in public park)

W8ing4UFOs at Pilot Light

Duet For Theremin And Lap Steel at Pretentious Glass

(long drink and food break with friends)

Joshua Abrams & Natural Information Society

(drinks at The Vault)

Sunday March 27th

(crashed the Knoxville Marathon finish line)

Odean Pope & Immanuel Wilkins

Bang On A Can All-Stars (no pic, Terry Riley dream journal)

Saul Williams

John Zorn: New Electric Masada

Monday March 28th

Ellen Reid Soundwalk at Ijams Nature Center

Robert Cheatham, 1949-2022

My old friend Robert Cheatham passed away last week after a long illness.  Robert had a huge impact on the Atlanta arts scene, which you can read about in this remembrance published in the AJC.

Like many in my circle of friends, I first met Robert via my involvement in Eyedrum.  However I already knew who he was, because I had spent many years farting around in the weirdo music scene in Atlanta where he was well known.  WREK had a radio show called Destroy All Music that featured all sorts of extreme and improvisational music, and back in the late 1980s that radio show had spawned a similarly themed music “festival” every year or two —  just a room with people doing crazy stuff.  Robert’s “band” Tinnitus was a perennial presence on that radio show and at those DAM festivals.  I’m sure I probably saw him on stage at some point, whether it was at Klang or the TULA arts center or wherever.  I knew of him but hadn’t met him.

In 2002, Hormuz Minina roped me into joining the Eyedrum board of directors, which is fancier than it sounds.  It was just a collective of about a dozen people who were running an arts venue in their spare time — nobody got paid, we just put on shows and paid the rent.  Anyway, Robert was at the first board meeting that I attended, and for me it was like meeting a rock star.  OMG the Robert Cheatham is sitting in this folding chair right next to me and we are even talking about stuff!  What?!

Eyedrum was primarily run by artists for artists (visual, musical, whatever) so the programming was amazing and unique, but you also needed people to build the infrastructure and make the physical place work.  I’m an electrical engineer and quickly saw a lot of electrical work that needed to get done (run power for outlets, overhead lighting for stage, etc.) and got to work on that.  Robert had side gigs in construction so knew how to build walls including hanging drywall, and so between the two of us we built out the new space that Eyedrum has leased. To this day, when describing what I did at Eyedrum, I say that if you walked into the MLK space, anything physical that your eyes landed on was either built by Robert or built my me.  I put in lighting for the gallery areas, serviced the air conditioning, and built the semi-circular stage in the back performance area.  But Robert built the walls, the bar, the office, probably the shelving, and on and on.  It was a great collaboration.

When we first got the back space at 290 MLK (an extra 3000 square feet, doubling Eyedrum’s footprint), I set to designing a stage for performances.  Previously we had been cramming performers into a little floor level spot in the front among the visual art — actually Robert had built an angled overhang there to … reflect sound out I guess, I don’t really know.  But it was going to be a nice luxury to have a separate area in the back where we could build a proper stage riser with more space.  Quickly we settled on the back corner as the right place for the new stage, and I liked the idea of a semi circle shape since it seemed like the audience would be spread out.  But the key decision was how big to make that semicircle?  I mean, you had to pick a number — a 15 foot radius out from the corner? 20 feet?  Several of us met in the new space and had a long discussion about it, and I distinctly remember two things that Robert mentioned. He wanted the stage to be big enough to hold a large ensemble of musicians, specifically a) his Brahvar Music Ensemble and b) the Peter Brotzman Septet.  Brotzman had recently been booking a tour across the USA, and Robert lamented that we couldn’t book it at Eyedrum because our stage wasn’t big enough (and uh we didn’t even a stage).  So that became my sizing principle for that stage: fit 7-10 music performers on it.  Drums, guitars with amps, keyboard player, vocalists … Cram them all in there.  In the end we settled on an 18 or 19 foot radius and I got to building the stage, and Robert built the walls.

IMG_2505-crop Robert was a wonderfully energetic supporter of all kinds of art performance.  One particular memory was when we (Eyedrum) held a big fundraiser at the Atlanta Contemporary arts center (the one on Means Street near Georgia Tech that used to be Nexus).  We had managed to book Gogol Bordello, a gypsy punk band who had already performed at Eyedrum about a year prior (this was waaaay before they got big maaaan). Oh god Robert was absolutely delighted, dancing around and cheering. 

I personally was deeply involved with Eyedrum from 2002-2010.  I don’t recall if Robert left before or after me, but around 2010 we were all getting a bit burned out, and with Eyedrum losing its lease on 290 MLK, it was a motivating force for many of us to move on.  But that was especially true for me (and maybe Robert), since I had put all of my sweat equity literally into that space.  

Another touchpoint that Sharon and I shared with Robert was that we both lived on Harold Avenue in Lake Claire (an Atlanta neighborhood east of downtown, next Candler Park and not far from Little Five Points).  Well, by the time I met Robert, he wasn’t actually living there anymore, having divorced his first wife and left that house behind.  But I absolutely knew which house he had been in, because it had totally effing freaky sculpted concrete all over the place, from the driveway entrance on into the house itself.  As you see in the article, Robert specialized in making outdoor structures out of tufa, a type of concrete, usually taking wild curved forms.  We got a plant stand from him and it’s been a feature of our front yard for years.

IMG_3850 As an experiencing gardener and landscaper, Robert had another funny impact on our front yard.  In May 2013, the huge post oak that dominated our front yard fell during a long weekend of soaking rain (exposing the roots that turned out to be rotten).  On the way down it pretty much destroyed a Japanese maple tree that was the feature of our corner landscaping, a big beautiful mushroom-shaped ornamental.  The crown of the falling oak sheared off nearly all of the branches of the Japanese maple, leaving just one forlorn branch sticking out of the trunk, Charlie Brown Christmas tree style.  I cut that one branch off and resigned myself to having to pull the trunk / stump out and start over.

Robert and friend / neighbor Sean were walking by a day or three later, and I recounted how I planned to remove the remainder of the oak.  They both pretty much laughed out loud at me, explaining that even though the tree looked dead, it had a perfectly healthy root system that was champing at the bit to push out new growth.  Just leave it alone!  So I did, and within months I could see that they were going to be right, with littel branches starting to sprout out.  Within 5 years it looked like a tree again, and now, 9 years later, it’s bigger than ever and is once again the feature of the corner.  There was a whole ecosystem lurking down there under the surface, just waiting to shove a whole new tree out of the seemingly dead stump. Amazing.

R. I. P. Robert.

Jon Kincaid, 1964-2022

My old friend Jon Kincaid passed away last week. Jon was known to everyone in town as the host of the WREK radio show Personality Crisis, a fantastic and wide-ranging weekly show that ranged all over rock music, from LA’s Paisley Underground to early Athens to British Invasion, from Cool For Cats to Squeezing Out Sparks. Blank Generation XTC-Ray Specials. I have been a diligent listener to it for literally 30 years.

I first met Jon as a WREK DJ, of course, where I typically worked a regular afternoon RRR shift (“rock rhythm and roll”) when Jon would be hanging out at the station. My earliest memory of Jon was the day I came in with one of my favorite LP’s, Ace Frehley’s solo album, and played “2000 Man” off it. Jon immediately came into the studio to check it out, and that is when I learned that, duh, that was a Rolling Stones cover. That is how much of an idiot I was, not noticing the “Jagger/Richards” credit on the label, or knowing a damn thing about rock history in general. Like many truly smart people, Jon was super low key about this information, but you quickly learned that he was at a whole ‘nother level.

In those early days I would also bring in a music zine from New Jersey, where I’d grown up and would go back to on school breaks. This monthly newsprint thing happened to have a really comprehensive roundup of band developments, sort of like the “support your troops” column in Atlanta’s Stomp and Stammer. Jon would come in and devour that information, seeking out tidbits that he didn’t already know about.

Behind the scenes, Jon really was an incredible force for productivity and correctness in WREK’s daily operations. For many years it was Jon literally opening the mail and being the first to encounter the new recordings that bands and labels were sending us, processing them over to the music directors who would review and decide. It was Jon doing the drudgery of “voicing automation”, recording the 5-10 second audio bits that you hear from WREK’s automated playout system that runs when there’s no live DJ. When we built the new digital system and opened up voicing to everyone (instead of limiting to four designated “voices”), Jon stepped up and cleared the backlog. I am sure that his must be the #1 voice in that system, and you know that all of those voice recordings are probably done perfectly, certainly without any of the cringey “eeyow” stuff you get from new kids on staff who have never sat in front of a mic before. His show promos were the best, and he even made a hilarious “How Not To Make A Promo” instruction sheet for our production studio that itemized all the stupid mistakes that newbies would make. (Remember dbx?) His neat handwriting was all over the places, and many staff experienced his gentle, low key guidance.

I had a few silly inside jokes that I would reference with Jon, and all of them involved imitating memorable people we knew. Every time I saw him (in person) I’d say “Dayyyyyyy Jon” in a really meathead voice just like Jack Rabid used to do in the syndicated Music View segments that followed PCrisis every week. Or I’d yell “hey hey!” with a really bright face and hopping up and down, mimicking fellow WREK staffer Derek Riley who was very high energy (also this was invoked anytime the Cramps came up in conversation). Or I’d try to get him to imitate one of his friends, or countless figures in rock and roll. Jon had a perfect little snippet for them all. I’m sure everyone had these little touchstones with Jon.

Jon’s knowledge of music was truly encyclopedic — he was literally on another level, going into the truly trivial. He would remember the day of the week of shows he’d been to 30 years ago, and the weather that day. For that reason I’ve always assumed that he was actually had savant memory, which seems like a cool skill but if you look into it can actually be a burden. I never asked him specifically about this (or if I did he just brushed it off) and now I never will. But his memory was truly astonishing, and back in the day I recall that he easily won some national trivia contest held by Tower Records.

Last week, his sister Tammy recounted how incredibly smart he was on an objective basis, having scored so highly on the SAT that he got admitted into truly elite universities (you name it). But he elected to stay close to home and attend Georgia Tech, and I’ve often heard him say that wanting to work at WREK was part of that. He’d been listening since high school (or maybe since junior high?) and I’m sure walked into the studio to join up as soon as he could. I eventually learned that he and I both shared the dubious achievement of those really freaking high SAT scores. And here we were farting around in a college radio station, slouching through engineering school. He and I (and Dave Slusher) actually graduated from Georgia Tech on the same day, having both taken a little too long to get it done.

Much of my memories of Jon are bound up with shows that we went to. I was standing next to Jon at so many shows, usually to one side of the stage or the other, a bit back, away from the densest crowd but still with good sightlines to the stage — and certainly a safe distance from any knuckleheads in the mosh pit, especially if the frat boys had shown up. Venues like the White Dot, the old Masquerade (all three venues), the original Cotton Club in midtown, The Point, the Roxy, the EARL, Echo Lounge. Bands like Joe Strummer’s Havana 3am, Mudhoney, Alex Chilton, Dick Manitoba, NRBQ, Die Kreuzen. It was from Jon that I learned to go get the week’s new Creative Loafing as soon as it came off the presses, Tuesday nights at their Willoughby Way offices, to read the club ads and be among the first to know of some band coming to town.

Jon had a bad health spell in early 2004, a no-kidding brush with death. The music community rallied and even put on a benefit show for him at the Variety Playhouse featuring Drivin’ N Cryin (of course) and a reformed Nightporters. Thank to modern medicine, Jon recovered, and got nearly another 20 years.

Not long thereafter, Dave and I set up the www.PersonalityCrisis.org website for Jon as an outlet through which he could publish. From Sept 2006 to Feb 2008, Jon posted a longer-form piece there every couple weeks. I guess once he joined Facebook (in 2008-2009) he stopped posting on the blog, and at some point the website itself went completely defunct. But we still had the domain registration and the site files, and upon the news of Jon’s passing last week, Dave and I quick restored the site. It’s a great snapshot of his writing — scroll down the posts on the right side and just click around!

For years I had wished the Jon would post his radio show playlists online somehow, but it was too tedious of an ask. But in early 2014 he mentioned getting a new smartphone, and I immediately asked / begged / cajoled him into simply taking a picture of the playlist at the end of the show and posting it to Facebook. He then continued to do that for nine years — that photo album is public and available here, and is a fantastic resource for the best of rock and roll.

In recent years, notwithstanding the occasional encounter at the EARL or wherever, most of my interaction with him, if you’d call it that, was diligently listening to his radio show every Sunday night. Well not actually on Sunday night, as I don’t listen to any WREK shows live — I use their mp3 archive to timeshift to when I have time to listen, and refer to the playlists mentioned above to know what I was hearing. During voice breaks, Jon would go on at length about the material he was playing, or maybe the recently departed artist it was in tribute to, but he’d also talk about what was happening in his own life. Sometimes it would be as personal as health problems, or maybe a short rant about an Atlanta sports team (I have said for years that Jon always seemed happiest when they were losing.) I mean, his voice breaks could go on for 10 minutes while he talked about whatever, and it was like he knew all his friends were listening (and I guess some of us were probably even calling in).

Besides the PC website and the playlists, I’m trying to do one more thing. We have a number of Jon’s radio shows recorded, and I’m trying to get with current WREK staff to re-air them in his old Sunday night timeslot, which is still open on WREK’s schedule. Just to hear Jon on the air in his usual Sunday night slot, one more time. If and when they do air, I will post them to the PC website so that we have at least a few of his shows for posterity.

No matter what though, thanks to WREK’s mighty automation system and the incredible music library that Jon helped build, you’ll still be able to hear Jon’s voice pretty much every day at 91.1 FM or at www.WREK.org .

Bye, Jon.