In the autumn of 1970, I showered, brushed my teeth and hair, and put on just a smidge of bronzer to deepen my rapidly fading summer tan. Dressed up in my toniest suit, I walked across the hall and rang Joe Manganello’s doorbell. We walked to West End Avenue, hailed a cab, and headed to… Continue reading Think you know music? Check out Seth Rudetsky. He KNOWS music & his song deconstructions are a riot.