Gone Magazine

A bunch of fucked up kids started a band. The most caustic, kamikaze, fucked up band you could ever imagine. Gather ‘round, children, to hear their tale of sleeping under coffee tables, huffing gasoline and fucking fat chicks. Reeeeeally fat chicks. Listen up kids, for I tell the truth.
(The following interview was conducted first with [...]

Sonny Boy Williamson and The Yardbirds
Recorded live at the Craw Daddy Club in London in 1963, this album comes as spectacular end to Sonny Boy’s career (the Sonny Boy on this album being Rice Miller or Sonny Boy Williamson the 2nd not John Lee Williamson aka Sonny Boy Williamson the 1st) and an inspired start [...]

I met the young Johnny Corndawg for the first time several years ago while living in New Orleans. I had invited a couple of friends from Virginia to come and stay with me and they, in turn, brought Corndawg. Even then, at the age of eighteen I believe, you could practically smell the stars in [...]

Finding yourself navigating through treacherous territory, through briars and brambles, compass broken, a black night sky bearing down on you, it seems all hopes are lost. And then you hear it. The bitter, biting wind drifts into a soft summer breeze; upon it wafts a melody. A lullaby of sorts, calming your fears, vanquishing the [...]

Continuing with Gone Magazine’s tradition of bringing it to you first, we present the Cinnamon Band. Watch closely, but not in that slight of hand sort of way, where I place a nickel under a shell or make the Statue of Liberty disappear. Besides, if I did make the Statue of Liberty disappear, I’d probably [...]