
Scatman John’s Forgotten Jazz Album Is a Little Masterpiece
Before his unexpected rise to pop stardom as Scatman John, John Larkin spent years working as a fierce, volatile jazz pianist, crossing paths with some legendary names in the genre.

Before his unexpected rise to pop stardom as Scatman John, John Larkin spent years working as a fierce, volatile jazz pianist, crossing paths with some legendary names in the genre.

Ten years ago, Casey released Love Is Not Enough. It fused furious hardcore with atmospherics, dynamic structures and singing. It was all in aid of its sorrow.

The rest of America may have moved on from this 1997 disaster movie, but Dante’s Peak still percolates in the collective Northwestern consciousness, like slow-moving magma that never fully cools.

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There is far more to the title and meaning of Peter Gabriel’s song “In Your Eyes” than meets the eye, as it turns the lover’s eyes into a dwelling of belief.

Thirty years ago, the Afghan Whigs doubled down on their obsessions with funk and soul to create a song cycle that’s closer to a concept album than it isn’t.

With the success of Evanescence’s Fallen and The Open Door, which held to Amy Lee’s vision, she should have earned Wind-Up’s trust, not its vitriol.

Shawn Colvin knows who she is, and she wasn’t about to start chasing someone else’s pop dreams. That’s what makes Whole New You so captivating still.

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