In 1971, when I was 16, I used to work as a grounds keeper at a tennis court complex just outside The Hague in the Netherlands. It was a summer vacation job, and my goal was to save enough money to purchase my first two LPs. I had my sight set on Boomer’s Story by Ry Cooder and Everybody Knows This is Nowhere by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. Tracks from the albums were often played late at night on Radio Caroline, a pirate radio station floating off the coast of Holland. I was mesmerized by the power of the music, and its ability to transpose me to another world, a sun-kissed Southern California. View PDF
All Features | No. 31
Free Money?: Fellowships, Residencies and Project Grants
by Homer Jackson
I am a visual artist. I was trained as a printmaker and worked with etching, screenprinting and lithography. My introduction to sound came during the early 1980s at my college radio station, when I...
