In Kensington, There is No East or West....R.I.P Jack Rose

      Jack Rose was 38 when he passed last Saturday. His records were a familiar sight around town. It seemed that every respectable music outlet in the city would find a way to make sure his records were displayed prominently. For good reason: he was Philadelphia talent of international calibre. Ragtime, raga, and drone flowed seamlessly from a guitar so thick with strange flavors and smells, it rivaled the Delaware. The lineage of his style stretched across continents, but ended up right in our own     backyards. He had contemporaries like Sir Richard Bishop, Ben Chasny, and fellow local Willie Lane: all guitar players. But on Rose's recent effort with the Black Twig Pickers he was (quite literally) a foot-stomping bandleader. A musician of incredible capabilities, he will be missed.

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-Caleb Paul