By Brian M. Howle From the Saturday, June 9 show at House Of Blues Myrtle Beach: HOB Review In 3 – Gretchen Wilson: 1) Les Pauls, Les Pauls, Les Pauls and life is all Jacked up; 2) One of the smokin’est young bands backing any artist BY FAR, those boys rock; and, 3) Yes, she’s [...]
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HOB Steps Up The Offerings From Pop, Country, Rock & Jam In June
By Brian M. Howle Well, kids, here’s the dealio … all the bad motor scooters have come and gone in massive numbers, everyone had a great time and made it thru another Spring Bike Rally and Memorial Bike Rally … so now what are we to do, hmmmmm? Hey, here’s an idea – let House [...]
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By Brian M. Howle As life continues its daily, relentless grind on us all, wearing us down, beating us into submission – it is only natural for almost everyone to just accept this as a given; to take in stride the changes that affect us in all the negative manners we are told is our [...]
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By Brian M. Howle Michael “Buffalo” Smith: A South Carolina Writer’s Take On Southern Rock And More We southerners are a unique breed, in all humbleness and honesty. And the way we are perceived is often multi-layered and complex, for a geographically and stereotypically pigeonholed group of folks. Sometimes it’s disarmingly charming, sometimes it’s laden with [...]
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By Brian M. Howle It really is hard to believe that yet another Christmas has snuck right up and foisted itself upon an unprepared and skittish world. As I write this, it is the literal beginning of the 12 Days of Christmas, as we get that honest assessment deal going on just in time for [...]
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By Brian M. Howle Glowing ribbons of magenta and azure run along the skin of night’s last gasp, illuminating billowing, cumulus clouds and wispy puffs of breakers on an undiscernable horizon. Fingers of radiant rapture entwine themselves into everything they envelope, kissing the warm trade wind breezes that caress the north Florida coastline. Ever-present seagulls [...]
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