Thursday, December 5 2002
Hooray for kicking opponents' heads in, fancy wirework, and twirling black topcoats.
Of the many crazy clichés in Empire, Isabella Rossellini's big fat hair has to be the loony-tunesiest.
Dolgin and Franco work hard not to exploit Heidi's naïvete for its narrative potential.
To endure Analyze That requires not just suspension of disbelief, but suspension of neurological activity as well.
Wednesday, December 4 2002
The attitude of the cooler-than-cool couple in front of us in line for Amon Tobin, the Brazilian electronic musician/mad scientist, pretty much summed up
When Smokey & Miho performed the quiet, haunting samba “Canto de Pedra Preta” on Saturday night, I felt the urge to sock someone. It’s
Rhett Miller thedamnwells You almost have to wonder if it’s a fake name. Rhett Miller. Sounds like a man who is a bit older
Growing Pains John Mayer represents the best of the new mainstream pop movement. Whereas mainstream pop of recent years has been about young, beautiful puppets
Expect the worst, pray for something decent. That was my mindset going into the Chicago Guns N’ Roses gig this past Monday night, the seventh
S E T L I S T FavoriteOutro With Bees[untitled new song]Twist the KnifeStinging VelvetPretty GirlsBuckets of RainGhost WiringDeep Red BellsSet
“If you’re gonna ruin my show, get the fuck out.” Dan Bern stopped midway through his first song, “Hey God”, to direct an astonishingly
Gao himself is a firm believer that word embellishments will not substitute for the truth.
There's depth and a taste that can only be attributed to a well-cultured insight refined within the headiest caskets.
It was a whole lot better when it was called Ghost.
...what's an introvert to do in such a hostile environment?"
This is an old and well-worn path.
Tuesday, December 3 2002
If there is such a thing as a good penny—you know, the opposite of the bad penny that shows up when you don’t
After a less than appealing last album, the Wallflowers decided to change things slightly. Gone were the twang guitar riffs of Michael Ward, who left
The Miami club scene is one of America’s hottest, but to listen to most critics and DJs talk you’d never know it. For
Canadian twangsters, the Sadies, aren’t your typical alt-country act. Their music is steeped in country tradition, all right, but it’s much darker, and