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).
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Five years may not seem like that long to some. But to a kid, it's a lifetime.
Like a kid off a turnip truck.
It's all about making that joyous noise.
The ballad of Ian Hunter, from Mott to Manilow.
The end of an era. You had to be there.
Got a revolution.
Has Neil Young's car finally run out of gas?
Who's Next?
Got Live if you want it...
I plan on supporting National Record Store Day this Saturday, and you should too.
Come summertime, the freak flags will fly high once again. Get ready for summer concert hippie heaven.
Buyer beware.
What exactly is the standard for internet music journalism today? Pitchfork? Blogcritics?
At least U2 got their brass ring.
Would you please put your hands together for...who, again?...
Damn you TicketBastard. Damn you to Hell.
In which my inner fanboy asks, could we finally get to hear "the Price You Pay" live this year?
Any port in a storm, right?
Please don't make me steal your new solo album.
For a brief time, Cheap Trick were not only one of the biggest bands in the world, they were also arguably the best.