Wednesday, July 31 2002
When Zevon drops the wise guy shtick, he often achieves the same enigmatic sweetness that seeped into Leonard Cohen’s music about 20 years ago.
This is absolutely criminal. Courtesy of the NME, we’ve been assaulted with information about two Swedish bands. The Hives have enjoyed a wild ride
Was it the success of Zero 7? Maybe it’s the increasing impact of Gilles Peterson’s Worldwide radio show or the après-club marketability of
In this gigahertz world of ABS, DVD, CIA, GNP, RBI, CDR, BIA, ISP, RAM, and PLO, it’s a beautiful thing to be reminded of
Doug Fieger. Berton Averre. Prescott Niles. Bruce Gary. The four original members of the Knack were certainly one of the goofiest looking bunches in rock’
You know Chris Butler better than you think you do. The ‘80s neophytes can forever cherish his songwriting in The Waitresses, whose “I Know What
When one thinks of the most innovative guitarists to work in the jazz idiom over the past 30 years, many of whom (Bill Frisell, Terje Rypdal,
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Ben Kweller My Morning Jacket Anytime I see a show in the unforgiving pierce of daylight, I feel an underlying sense of judgment at being
We came for the Indigo Girls, and we were not alone. Although some decided to beat the traffic by leaving early, it was obvious that a great deal of the crowd were aware of the great shows that the Indigos put on, and planned on sticking it out until the bitter end.
The Fire Show stopped in Los Angeles this past Thursday night for one of the final dates on their farewell tour. One of the band’
Ralph Stanley Emmylou Harris Patty Loveless Sometimes a concert can get downright surreal. That was the case when Down from the Mountain—a celebration of
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Cousteau is something of a secret, so it’s fitting that they are playing a little, hidden club like The Hideout. The only other sign
Austin points out the two chief discourses through which residents and visitors find meaning in the city: The Naked City or the New Rome. The New Rome is the pinnacle of civilization, the city where dreams are fulfilled, fame is won, and riches earned. The Naked City, on the other hand, is the seedy metropolis of noir films, where life is cheap and virtue meaningless.
But while the conditions and circumstances that afflict the characters are strange, their agonies, of loneliness and alienation, are universal; and Fowler's story aches with a hurt many people, who've loved and lost, should recognize.
... if you don't have natural charm, you sure aren't going to pick it up from a pedantic, dull as dirt book like 'Power Plays'.
Everyone involved will undoubtedly make shameful amounts of money from this splendid example of western decadence without ever questioning the ethics of what they've done.
The reader is left with a strong sense of the often violent pressures that build up in situations demanding extreme commitment for little financial reward, and how these pressures can affect individuals as well as teams of people.
Tuesday, July 30 2002
Although it might seem strange, Dolly Parton’s return to her roots was something of a risk. The first record of her bluegrass trilogy, The