Friday, November 19 1999
In a Western setting, it seems that a central aspect of being a fan of someone or something always means being hungry for more of the same it is not enough simply to be satisfied with what's already out there, and what originally made the fan become a fan, but there is a nearly unstillable hunger for continuous reaffirmation of one's reasons for being a fan, through new product.
Sunday, October 31 1999
Fly illustrates that the Dixie Chicks have successfully figured out how to push the boundaries of country music while continuing to embrace the traditional sound of its past.
Friday, October 29 1999
The new movie Being John Malkovich is about celebrity culture, as it inspires, frustrates and pummels you into such desire. It offers its protagonists and you the chance to imagine being a celebrity, with one small hitch: the only celebrity you can be is John Malkovich.
Deerhoof doesn’t sound like a band that you would drive 40 miles on country roads to hear.
Tuesday, October 26 1999
If newfound clarity and intensity aren’t enough for ya, buy it for the absolutely chilling version of “Straight to Hell.” Which isn’t just the Clash’s finest hour—it’s one of rock’s most haunting moments.
Thursday, October 21 1999
David Bowie is much too good for this. Please David, leave the “adult-boring” charts to Celine Dion, Mariah Carey and the rest of that lot.
Friday, October 15 1999
Ultimately, Meeting People is Easy is a disjointed film with a meandering narrative that somehow succeeds despite its real lack of focus in capturing the chaos, pressure, and frequent boredom of the celebrity lifestyle.
Ray Charles is one of those rare artists that can convincingly traffic in virtually any genre of music and make it sound thoroughly his own.
Thursday, October 14 1999
Does capitalism have you by the balls? If you're feeling a little limp lately, a little flaccid, emasculated, or impotent, then David Fincher's Fight Club may just have your number. This film kicks butt, and in doing so it also manages to suggest that your need for it and for other butt-kicking films is a late capitalist symptom of contemporary psychosis.