Thursday, September 26 2002
Maximum R&B. No other phrase associated with the Who, not even the more frequently quoted “hope I die before I get old”, more
“The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”—James Taylor These words from a song of long ago (1977, a quarter century for the
I am a fairly generous music writer, I think; I’m open to a lot of different music, and I try to accept each record
If, as is incontrovertibly the case, Charlie Parker is the most influential figure in post-war jazz and if, as we are always told, it was
Many African artists such as Ricardo Lemvo and Makina Loca, Gnonnas Pedro, and Africando play the Afro-Cuban influenced rhythms known as Congolese rumba. Also, there
Hailing from Holly Springs, Mississippi and raised in Chicago, the Johnsons are called the real live blues brothers. Syl and Jimmy Johnson have finally recorded
In the recording industry, “Best of” or “Greatest Hits” has come to mean much the same thing as “News Alert” has on CNN, absolutely nothing.
Scary as this sounds -- Courtney Love channeling Claire Standish or Andie Walsh -- it might explain a few things about what was going on in Trapped.
Snatch is all about attitude and style. And guys, lots of guys.
I won't tell you how it ends, but note the film's title is 'not' 'New York State of Mind.'"
As Erik puts it, he has 'business to take care of.' That business is hip-hop.
Secretary is about anxiety, depression, the inability to communicate.
Multi-layered, ultraviolent, and profoundly disturbing, Evangelion depicts the end of the world as we know it and after seeing it, I most definitely do 'not' feel fine.
Rohmer dehumanizes the mob, and encourages the audience to participate in the objectification. It's the aesthetic equivalent of the guillotine, chopping off spectator imagination.
Not just empty genre deconstruction, The Long Goodbye dares to ask some very basic questions about the hard-boiled detective hero.
Go Tigers! not only encourages the audience to cheer on its subjects, but also shows their vulnerabilities.
It's alarmingly short-sighted fiction, offering only occasional glimpses of the imperial project's fundamental viciousness and ignorance.
A joyful, wild romp through the heyday of San Francisco's national cultural importance, filled with body glitter, feather boas, and important shoes.
Wednesday, September 25 2002
It’s no surprise that there is a bounty of talented good musicians out there, working the clubs, recording music and not garnering any sort
Having paid his dues in the potpourri-genre Texas band Gourds, Kev Russell this time opted to go it alone. Well, about as alone as one