We are heartbroken by the passing of our dear, dear friend Justin Townes Earle. Due to this tragic event, it has been difficult to keep up with orders for his catalog, and we apologize for being sold out of many JTE titles. With all that is going on in the world, we were unprepared for the outpouring of support. Thank you.
My college dorm room was a shrine to Bowie. Big posters plastered across the walls, with the rare and more sensual photos next to my and my roommates' beds. David Bowie’s Hunky Dory, Low, Lodger, Heroes, The Man Who Sold The World, Aladdin Sane, Ziggy Stardust, and Scary Monsters albums were all in regular rotation on our turn table. When...Read more
[Photo: Jon Langford & Otis Clay, 2013]
While the majority of the music world (rightfully) mourns the passing of David Bowie, we'd like to take a moment of great and heartfelt appreciation for an extended member of the Bloodshot family we lost this weekend: OTIS CLAY.
Born in Mississippi, we Chicagoans are claiming him as our own. A top shelf soul and...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 marketing...Read more
[Painting by Jon Langford]
The King, Elvis Aaron Presley, was born on this day in 1935. The Memphis Flash would have been 81 today. (Wonder what it would have taken to get him to guest on a Bloodshot compilation. Perhaps he'd be an affable old man just doing what he wants, saying "yes" to bizarre projects and guest appearances....Read more
We haven't heard a better relevant quotation in 2015, so we're gonna quote the wise Marc Maron again: "Ranking artists and making lists is a dead culture's version of intellectualism."
And once again, we're holding on to that dead culture with cold, lifeless fingers. We're a dying breed in a lot of ways. It’s time to look back on this...Read more
In the dark ages of the 1980s in Detroit, Motörhead was one of the only things punks and the dickhead burnouts could agree upon.
Seeing them at the Main Act in Roseville in 1982 was the first show I contemplated irreversible hearing loss.
Thanks Lemmy.
"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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