MI Spy

The Road To Rhode Island

It was Independence Day. Or, at least, that’s the way it felt when I was traveling through Rhode Island on my most recent mission. And when I say “Independenc...

There’s Gold In Them Stores!

While I was hibernating during the cold winter months, a call came in for me from The Chief. “It is imperative that you search the city of Sacramento for the be...

A Mickey-Free Anaheim Excursion

I was hiding out at an undisclosed location when I got a call from The Chief. “Get to Anaheim, pronto!” he barked. “You must find the best alto saxophone retail...

A Tale Of A Fateful Connecticut Trip

A bell rings out as we glide alongside a buoy bobbing up and down in the placid water. I’m slowly becoming hypnotized by the repetitive sounds of the rushing wa...

MI SPY: TEXAS RANGER

The rest of the country (including our esteemed Editor) calls a writer of articles in this series a “Spy.” We here in the Republic of Texas would call him or he...

Bluegrass And MI Sleuthin’

It was time to polish my spyglass in preparation for a long journey to the land of horses and bluegrass. (That’s bluegrass as in Kentucky bluegrass, not the sty...
Next Stop, Portland (IA)

Next Stop, Portland (IA)

Next Stop, Portland (IA) One day, while sitting around the house, minding my own business, in between spy gigs, I received a welcome phone call from The Chi...

‘Bassic’ Instinct

You don’t have to be a musician to know how important the bass is to a song. The bass player supplies the foundation of the song and, along with the drummer, th...

If You’re Going To San Francisco…

It was a great day for sussing out music gear in the San Francisco Bay Area. Knowing that I had a full day of hunting in front of me, on the prowl for an entry-...