The Rockologist is the alter-ego that BC music editor Glen Boyd uses from time to time whenever he feels particularly compelled to comment on such weighty matters as how downloading and exclusivity deals are killing music retail, or why Neil Young charges so much for his damn tickets. The Rockologist has also been known to fondly remember things from his many former lives both in and out of the music business. Like the first time he put the needle to the groove on such long since forgotten bands as Uriah Heep and Black Oak Arkansas, the time English folk-rocker Al Stewart stole his date, or that brief minute or so when he was actually on Rick Rubin's speed-dial. Class is in session, and the Rockologist is in. (Thanks to Jet Gardner for the graphic).
A snapshot in time.
It doesn't get any better than this.
Separating the men from the boys when it comes to Dylanology.
I Got Id. Or at least, me and Neil and Pearl Jam do.
Historical significance aside, Bless Its Pointed Little Head is still the definitive live Jefferson Airplane album.
The upcoming fall new music release calendar just got a lot more interesting.
In Hollywood, and in rock and roll, there are victims and there are also those who survive.
It's time for the next New Paradigm.
It's time to get out there in the trenches and learn to dance again. Vive la révolution!
Don't forget us little folks, okay Bono?
To all the girls I've loved...
Putting lipstick on a punk-rock pig never sounded so good.
There was a lot more to Paul Revere And The Raiders than funny suits and hats.
The Party is over.
Let's make a deal...you stay away from my record collection and I'll stay away from yours.
The Who aren't going to suck, but they won't be great either. At least it beats Up With People.
Don't count Bowie out just yet.
Has it really come to this?
Not the best, just my favorites.
...and what would they do if they had to get a real job?