Thursday, June 27 2002
Manchester artist Jon Brooks, AKA King of Woolworths, can easily be construed as Just Another Underground Techno Geek, another in what’s rapidly becoming a
One day last December, when dragging myself through a slow day at my record store job, a woman asked me about “that band . . . the one
Smiling faces in Detroit? People everywhere? Parents and kids walking downtown at night? What . . . ? A thought occurs to me that perhaps I am still home
Summer was the perfect season for a seductive evening with Joi and Raphael Saadiq at Bimbo’s—they were an electric musical duo, mostly because
The most recent publicity photo of two-time Tony Award winner Bernadette Peters shows her sporting a tattoo of a heart with the initials reading: BP+
Beth Orton arrived on stage in jeans, a white oxford shirt and a yellow tie with brown dots—looking like she couldn’t decide if
Swedish outfit The Hives came to Transit, a small club in Philadelphia Friday night, and left little doubt who the reigning champs are in the
Radio 4 Ted Leo & the Pharmacists New Jersey’s Gern Blandsten Records, offering “fine musical product for the socially unaccepted since 1992,” chose June 15 to celebrate
The Allmans Brothers Band has been the central musical group of my life, their uvre most vital to my worldview. From that perspective, their longtime
The book, published in 1971 (originally entitled 'Addie Pray') caught the interest of Hollywood and renowned director, Peter Bogdanovich, who made Brown's story into an overwhelmingly successful film, starring Ryan O'Neal and his daughter, Tatum, and called it 'Paper Moon'. The rest, as they say, is history.
His misanthropy is always legitimised by a political motivation (in the case of this book, a kind of anarchic eco-awareness), so it never quite veers into the ranting to which it nevertheless approximates.
The Sex Pistols staged a reunion in 1996 that met with mixed reviews and are scheduled to reform this summer. Both comebacks have prompted the question 'How can you do a Sex Pistols show without Sid Vicious'"
Gordon brings to his subject a fan's admiration for the music without abandoning a historian's dedication to detail. His language is rich and evocative, particularly when he conjures up the sound of one of Muddy's most famous works.
The book itself, eschewing the traditional memoir's approach to laying out the facts and hoping -- simply by the act of writing -- to come to terms with a life, makes no claim at understanding, or for that matter, judgment.
In Cal Cunningham, Colapinto has created a character so urbanely amoral and artlessly adept at deception of self and others that he could have stepped out of the pages of 'The Portrait of Dorian Gray'.
Because modern art is really about modern humanity's struggle to overcome the artistic prisons of the past and you need to know that.
The only real knock on '20 Million Miles to Earth' is one that more or less dogged Harryhausen throughout his career: his creations are more animate and sometimes infinitely more interesting than their live actor costars.
Think Troma's 'Toxic Avenger' or Full Moon's 'Puppetmaster' with naked teenagers and you're there.
It's all a saggy, inept mess. And it really makes you long for Michael Keaton and 'The Banana Boat Song'.