Another day, another Beatles rumor. Not about any reunions, though. I'm fairly certain that Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney aren't planning on taking part in any suicide pacts. But there is some (potentially false) hope for those who grew up listening to the American editions of the Beatles' earlier stuff.
Last night at Wolf Trap Amphitheater, in the Virginia suburbs outside Washington, DC, The Cowboy Junkies and Shawn Colvin split the bill, allowing for equal time for a mellow evening of acoustic folk and smokey, simmering jams.
"His goal in life was to be an echo," Jeff Tweedy Wilco’s new album, A Ghost Is Born. But no one is listening.
The commitment to their playing comes not as long, athletic instrumental solos, but in the precision and creativity of the whole arrangements. They have just the right instruments hitting just the right licks to make it all work. How did they think this stuff up?
Frank Sinatra gets embroidered in political conspiracies and Zatoichi knocks chunks of flesh off of the bad guys.
A masterpiece courtroom drama that barely strays from the jury room. Available on DVD.
From DeMille to Gibson and beyond, prepare for a melding of the theological and the filmic.
I'm sorry I thought there were only two people in this relationship...
Whenever you get a bug bite and it itches, they always tell you not to scratch it. "Scratching only makes it worse!" ...That just seems to work out so very unfairly.
New site rollout features greatly expanded functionality.
Making wireless security sexy with the book on WarDriving, the "misunderstood" art of mapping the wireless world.