Peter Hill
Hunter of vinyl, lover of music, drinker of Guinness, causer of trouble and pounder of keyboard.

It Takes a Nation

  “Yo what’s up man, I need to get high man. I need to get hold of some big time dope man. You know where I can get a key?” “I know where you can get an LP.” “LP, man? Have you went crazy man? I’m talking about some dope man I…

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Dodge and Burn

I don’t usually do an entire piece on one album. I tend to write about music I like, want to introduce to people and compare the vinyl to digital recordings, plus I have a bad habit of wandering all over the place. So being tightly contained isn’t exactly my forte…

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Good Neighbors

    You know what I like? Loud, rough music. Stuff with an edge, music that makes you think, music that that makes you cry, music that makes you want to fight, to fuck, that makes you want to run out of the room. I like music that jams together…

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Jack White Brings The Snow

I wasn’t here in Alaska when the White Stripes were supposed to come up and then cancelled. It’s a fairly common occurrence in the Great White North for bands to bail at the last minute. I bought tickets to see Red Hot Chili Peppers twice. Didn’t get to see Jane’s…

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Record Store Day

Back in the mists of the past, you know, the two thousands, an employee at Bull Moose records in Maine thought there should be a special day for record stores. Something like Free Comic Book Day that was so successful for the independent comic book shops. So after a meeting…

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