The name’s Dr. Claw, known to many as “The Doc”, or simply “Doc”.
I am but yet another faceless character in this expanse of nonsense known as the Internet, hidden behind the shroud of a high back executive chair, bearing the crest of the M.A.D. Organization.
Though, if you were to lift the curtain, you’d find an unassuming young man, who grew up a small child in the 1980s, a rather grumpy youth in the 1990s, and a jaded something something or other in the decade following. From humble beginnings in a little known corner of Western New York, to a life of seclusion somewhere in Northeast Ohio, there has been one constant for The Doc: a love of music.
Music is said to be a grand uniter; throughout history it has been the one medium that has survived even the harshest of times. When recorded, music has the additional element of being the most effective of time capsules. The things I’ve heard in music have inspired me to do things ranging from mundane tasks around my home to packing up and leaving a place I called home, to even spend a ridiculous amount of money just so I can pretend to be like Herbie Hancock in the privacy of my home.
Though I tend to stay within the safe confines of R&B, jazz, and related genres as recorded in the 1970s and 1980s, the things I heard as a child, my ears have taken me into the realms of yacht rock as well as obscure soundtracks related to the television shows, movies, and such I noted at various points in life. I’d like to use this place to share the experience with others who may be reading, just to give you a glimpse behind the aforementioned curtain.
I won’t pretend to be a conventional music reviewer, or even a typical “blogger” here; this page isn’t really about me. It’s about you, The People.
I can only hope that you enjoy your visits here.
Until next time,