Performing Country Folk Rock Blues with an Outlaw Christian Attitude, Moondog is known to prowl the streets of Jerome, Arizona with a guitar and a broadsword, striking both fear and good humor in the hearts of passersby. A Jerome favorite, Moondog can regularly be seen busking on the steps. Throw him a dollar if you see him. He's scary, yeah I know, but he really needs the money.
"I am a moth, always going towards the light,
even the flames in search of the moon."
Izzy Cox was a true artist, a songwriter and performer of the highest caliber. We met on the dead-end circuit in L.A., and shared several shows together over the years. She spent 7 or 8 years touring nonstop, living in her car, a true road warrior and kindred spirit. The last time I saw her was at yet another show, this time in Austin. We sat on the bench outside the venue and smoked too many cigarettes and had a few laughs. She gave me a copy of what would
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turn out to be her last album, Ballads For The Nearly Departed. I went back to my van and that was it. I never saw her again. Within 2 years she'd be dead of pancreatic cancer. I didn't know that, listening to her album repeatedly over subsequent tours. It's an amazing piece of work; there isn't a bad song on it, and the production and musicianship are top-notch. It is one of my favorite albums of all time. I was very saddened to hear of her death. Happy trails, old friend. You are missed.