Late last night I felt and heard a faint, lonesome sound. It was as if a giant tree had fallen in faraway woods. I wake up this morning to find Ralph Stanley had died.
I find myself, quite oddly, crying as I write this. I met him once. He reminded me of my grandmother, the most purely spiritual person I have ever known....Read more
We like to listen to vinyl on Fridays here at BSHQ. Every Friday we have a Bloodshot crew member randomly select a record from his/her personal collection and bring it to the office. The person has to explain why the album is on his/her shelves, and then we listen to it. We call this Random Wax.
Today's contestant is new Bloodshot...Read more
We like to listen to vinyl on Fridays here at BSHQ. Every Friday we have a Bloodshot crew member randomly select a record from his/her personal collection and bring it to the office. The person has to explain why the album is on his/her shelves, and then we listen to it. We call this Random Wax.
Today's contestant is Bloodshot Records co-honcho...Read more
It’s with heavy hearts we bring the news of a passing in the extended Bloodshot family. Candye Kane, who contributed a track to our 2004 tribute to Wanda Jackson, Hard-Headed Woman, died on Friday, May 6th in San Diego after a long battle with pancreatic cancer.
Her voice was as big as her generosity, or vice versa. She was an...Read more
We like to listen to vinyl on Fridays here at BSHQ. Every Friday we have a Bloodshot crew member randomly select a record from his/her personal collection and bring it to the office. The person has to explain why the album is on his/her shelves, and then we listen to it. We call this Random Wax.
Today's contestant is longest-running Bloodshot...Read more
From the desk of Rob Miller:
Agree or disagree on the merit of, or necessity for, a Hall of Fame celebrating a subjective art form like music, the HOF exists. I mean, I don’t LIKE beets, but they do exist, so I must deal with them.
There are no-brainers and there are head scratchers. Some make you throw the devil horns...Read more
"There comes a time when every man feels the urge to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats.
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