I'm a city boy, raised under the brilliant glow of success and possibility which I saw everywhere around me. This is a novel about someone who grew up in a place where possibility was barely a faint glimmer on the horizon.
Of course, it's more than just sex.
Dream Palace of the Arabs, says Glenn Frazier, is a fascinating, sad look at a lost generation of Arab intellectuals. It's not for everyone, but maybe it's for you.
Part of what is so cool about music is that it evokes place so well.
He was the barely known opener at a six-act country concert in the sticks south of San Diego. I can't remember exactly how he insulted that afternoon crowd of cowboy hats -- maybe it was just his long greasy hair and lack of Nashville sparkle -- but it was interesting enough to lure me behind the outdoor stage to his ugly tour bus.
I heard a song this week that made me interested in listening to music again. Unfortunately, you'll probably never hear it.
I don't want to suffer for my art, but I'm awfully glad Elaine Stritch did.
"Her influence today is undeniable," said Michael Stipe of REM, "There' s not anybody I know in a band anywhere who not revere the records that she put out. There was a rawness and energy to Horses that I had not heard in any other music. From then on, my life was changed."
Rock and Roll needs more saxophones.
Can sadness be more sweet?
Big Smith is a self-described hillbilly band out of Springfield, Missouri. The band is all family, consisting of brothers Mark and Jody Bilyeu, their cousins Jay and Mike Williamson, and cousin Rik Thomas. These guys have been playing together their whole lives, and it shows in their musical ability.
If you ask Frank Lenz what his music sounds like he'll tell you "It sounds like 'S.W.A.T.' on dope." It sounds better than that.
In his first post, Paul Palubicki examined what's wrong with the record industry. In this installment, he gives some ideas about how to make things right.
The Compact Disc is dead, the age of Digital Music has arrived and the Record Companies are scared to death. The first in a series by Paul Palubicki.
In 1987, I first heard an advance cassette of "Come On Pilgrim" from 4AD. The songs blew me away, and I was able to meet with the band on their tour dates in Canada. They are now hailed as a hugely influential band, but when I went on a roller coaster with Charles "Black Francis / Frank Black" they were living in "who knew?" territory.
I'm not fully sure why I bought this, to be honest, other than the fact that I snagged a used...
I was looking forward to this one for a few reasons. First, the last live CD he released, an internet-only...
Eric Olsen and a consortium of over 100 of the web's best writers are excited to announce the launch of an innovative new music/book review site, Blogcritics.com. Kicking off the launch, we are honored to welcome RIAA President Cary Sherman to a live chat.