Is it Gem’s frozen nature that makes me feel encased in glass? Or is it my own detachment that keeps me from finding a way in?
[Oh my god! Ronnie Spector is singing to me!]
There’s a new Joey Ramone solo album out. I found I couldn’t listen to it, first five times I tried
This truly is the mother lode of 60s pop. So heartbreaking. So gorgeous.
The B-52’s music is truly collaborative — brothers, sisters, gay, straight and best friends. How could they be anything else besides fantastic?