Thursday, August 1 2002
[There's] little for the inhabitants to do, other than chill in the hot tub, smoke too much, and plot, scheme, and worry themselves to the point of paranoia.
Look again, and it opens up into a morass of narrative fractures.
Me Without You is a disquieting and stunningly accurate depiction of female friendship.
This self-satisfaction makes Full Frontal's gears grind.
Elling doesn't pretend to be more than it is, permitting no great epiphanies and no big-hug endings.
The idea that an individual, like Robin Hood, could stand up for the rights of the oppressed comes across as a pleasant fantasy, worthy of song and legend, but devoid of the means to stand up against state power.
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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