Sometimes, when your proposals for articles or books are rejected you feel down for weeks afterwards – like, fuck it, I really was the best person for that job, why the FUCK is everyone still so resentful of me and bugger it, I ain’t going to be buying anything this week either. Other times, however, […]
I’m not out to shoot down folks that wanna sing with their synths. It’s not in me to be cruel. I have to imagine Jimmy. Would he sit in the corner of the club after his gigs, afraid to talk to anyone lest his tongue locks up at the worst time? Is he a chatty […]
I’m not Neil Young. There are many reasons for this, not the least of which is that when I sing I don’t sound like a cranky Kermit the Frog. Also, I can’t fucking play electric guitar or manipulate feedback to save a noisy miner. But whatever. If I was Neil Young – and I so […]
Listening to d-Wizz 2.0’s 24-track handmade CD album Fav Trax Box Sets I & II is like being stuck in a Value Village every day of your life while a cheap 80s keyboard pumps out schmaltzy 80s songs gone horribly awry.
Matt Ward gets Buddy Holly in a way that I’ve rarely heard anyone get Buddy Holly.
Ultimately, Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer is a collection of songs about the struggle to find one’s place in the world — the isolated self-destruction that can occur when someone is rejected by their community.
Just askin’ …
Nirvana had a bigger effect on American culture than any rock band since The Beatles. I was there, and anyone who tells you any differently is a goddamned liar.
Amanda Palmer’s reading of ‘Polly’ is quietened, a spooked horror show, a creepy music box after-the-event version
If you’re going to tell me his songs came out of nowhere and were never influenced by other bands, we’ll have to do some kung fu