He wasn't my king For black people, Elvis, more than any other performer, epitomises the theft of their music and dance Helen KolawoleThursday August 15, 2002The Guardian As another celebration of a dead white hero winds up, in this hallowed Week of Elvis, shouldn't the entertainment industry hol...
First let me say this is not for everyone. An extremely thick book (from memory about 800 pages) on a subject who hardly seems known at all except through the Obama election campaign. Sam Cooke? Even to me, a musician and lover of Stax Records and early rock 'n' roll, the name conjured only dim r...
Hawk was driving, his hands gripped tight around the wheel. Teenochie sat next to him, stiff and erect, a derby perched lightly atop his shaven head. Wheatstraw kept one hand on the doorhandle, and every so often the door itself flew open, prompting cries of “What you doing, you crazy fool, you w...