It's a dark and stormy night on Sonic Byways, a perfect time for a good visit from an old friend.  And corralling her onto the mic.  Emily Hyatt from Aspen, and now Baltimore, drives down to Wilmington, grabs Jamie, and drags her to a beach bungalow in Oak Island, North Carolina.  Jamie straps Emily to the chair (this is getting good), introduces her to Warren Zevon, and peer-pressures her into co-hosting Sonic Byways.  Emily provides her own one-liners; you just can't script this sort of thing.

It's a dark and stormy night on Sonic Byways, a perfect time for a good visit from an old friend.  And corralling her onto the mic.  Emily Hyatt from Aspen, and now Baltimore, drives down to Wilmington, grabs Jamie, and drags her to a beach bungalow in Oak Island, North Carolina.  Jamie straps Emily to the chair (this is getting good), introduces her to Warren Zevon, and peer-pressures her into co-hosting Sonic Byways.  Emily provides her own one-liners; you just can't script this sort of thing.

What do Patrolled By Radar, Patti Smith, The Velvet Underground and The Wood Brothers have in common?  They were playing across borders, in unison, the day the MP3  player died.

Never mind the end of the world. This was way more catastrophic.

Jamie, stuck in the Dominican Republic; tropical rain falling down, music blasting through the MP3 player and across the palm trees until--dead silence.  Battery too low.  System shutdown.

She had an outlet but unfortunately, she had no charger.   So what were the last tunes on the desert island?  An amalgamation of punk, folk and rockabilly, in no particular order.  This week on Sonic Byways, we'll revisit that fateful soundtrack.  Turn it up, bring your chargers--or better yet, throw a gal an IPOD.

What do Patrolled By Radar, Patti Smith, The Velvet Underground and The Wood Brothers have in common?  They were playing across borders, in unison, the day the MP3  player died.

Never mind the end of the world. This was way more catastrophic.

Jamie, stuck in the Dominican Republic; tropical rain falling down, music blasting through the MP3 player and across the palm trees until--dead silence.  Battery too low.  System shutdown.

She had an outlet but unfortunately, she had no charger.   So what were the last tunes on the desert island?  An amalgamation of punk, folk and rockabilly, in no particular order.  This week on Sonic Byways, we'll revisit that fateful soundtrack.  Turn it up, bring your chargers--or better yet, throw a gal an IPOD.

Jamie's sailing off the edge of the world before the ball drops, so here's an advanced musical surprise.  However: Do Not Tune In Before December 22, 2012.  I'm serious.  This is one present you can't open early; you'll jinx it, and then where will we be? Flailing about the universe without a post-apocalypic music bed.  Come December 23, here's a sublime Sonic Byways for those who wait.

Jamie's sailing off the edge of the world before the ball drops, so here's an advanced musical surprise.  However: Do Not Tune In Before December 22, 2012.  I'm serious.  This is one present you can't open early; you'll jinx it, and then where will we be? Flailing about the universe without a post-apocalypic music bed.  Come December 23, here's a sublime Sonic Byways for those who wait.

Jamie's sailing off the edge of the world before the ball drops, so here's an advanced musical surprise.  However: Do Not Tune In Before December 22, 2012.  I'm serious.  This is one present you can't open early; you'll jinx it, and then where will we be? Flailing about the universe without a post-apocalypic music bed.  Come December 23, here's a sublime Sonic Byways for those who wait.

Catchy title, eh?  I actually mean my imaginary boyfriend Bruce--but if he ever hears this, he may just show himself.  It's an experimental, old-timey-radio type of Sonic Byways: the music of the Boss set to a spoken-word tribute to the man, the music and my first true love, Bruce Springsteen.

Welcome to Sonic Byways from Wilmington, NC - Jamie sets up shop in her home studio; think humidity, unidentified "critters" and walls that are talking.  The new Sonic Byways studio dates back to 1858 - but don't worry, the music is a little more current.  This week, we'll discover Yarn, the Wood Brothers, some of Wilmington's finer speakeasies and music venues, and revisit the grandeur of Peter Wolf.

Welcome to Sonic Byways from Wilmington, NC - Jamie sets up shop in her home studio; think humidity, unidentified "critters" and walls that are talking.  The new Sonic Byways studio dates back to 1858 - but don't worry, the music is a little more current.  This week, we'll discover Yarn, the Wood Brothers, some of Wilmington's finer speakeasies and music venues, and revisit the grandeur of Peter Wolf.