This week, to celebrate the Allmans’ annual Beacon run, we have just a single track. This meaty Mountain Jam, clocking in at thirty nine minutes, is the end of a
It was tough getting back into the real-life groove this week after the amazing time I had in Florida at Langerado, and this weekend can’t come soon enough. Let’s hope
See that speck of light down there, like 10 football fields away? That’s legendary Brazilian songwriting guitarist Gilberto Gil. In 1969, the military government arrested Gil and a singer compatriot
Watch out, America. Exit Clov, a Washington DC- based group of indie rockers, is exploding onto the music scene armed with a powerful sound and a personal agenda.
One of the best screenwriters of his generation is teaming up with one of the best songwriters of that same generation for an interesting collaborative effort. EW.com is reporting some strangely awesome
From 1976 to 1981, The Muppet Show entertained both children and their parents with a humorous blend of skits and physical comedy. Each week Jim Henson’s show would feature a special guest star as the host, and many times these stars were plucked straight from the music industry.
This week’s edition of The B List features 10 must-watch musically themed videos from The Muppet Show that we know you’ll enjoy. Read on for some great clips featuring Buddy Rich and Animal’s drum duel, Alice Cooper inspiring some scary muppets, Steve Martin and his banjo, Dizzy Gillespie, Paul Simon and more…
Friend of HT Eliot Glazer has tremendously terrible taste in music. But he’s an adroit wordsmith, and he’s gonna try to convince us that the bad is really good.
I read Stereogum. I read Pitchfork. I even dabble through Spin and Rolling Stone from time to time. But even as a trained musician, I refuse to consider myself any kind of authority on music.
Granted, I’ve always harbored moderately good musical taste, relying on the talents of artists whose work usually finds success among critics and college students (hello, cred!). Naturally, I would mention my surprisingly short DMB phase in high school with an air of exasperation here, although I can’t begin to imagine the amount of hate mail under which I’d find myself buried.
But for every Cat Power, Flaming Lips, and Nick Drake listed under the Artists on my iPod is an Alicia Bridges, Babyface, and at least one American Idol contestant, and not even necessarily a winner. It’s sad but true: I love bad music. I crave it. And I want you to love it with me.
Read on for the rest of Eliot’s first installment of “I Love Bad Music”…
James Elkington could sing a death notice and still garner applause. His voice is strong yet warm, and eloquent. Black Pompadour, the third album from Chicago’s The Zinc’s, finds Elkington delivering gloomy verse with a quaint, endearing touch.
The blurb on the front of The Broken West's I Can't Go On, I'll Go On likens this Los Angeles band to Big Star, Teenage Fanclub, and Merge labelmates Spoon. Add to that list Wilco. With vocal processing levels set to Tweedy, “Down in the Valley” and “Big City” could be B-sides from Wilco's Being There.
Not unusual, the Grand Isle of Manhattan played host to three unique shows that my friends and I spread out across the city to catch: Scotty reviewed the Allmans already, I’ll get to Gilberto Gil later, and my good pals Hal and John caught up-and-coming indie powerhouse Explosions in the Sky at Webster Hall.
Read on for some initial reactions and adjective-laden thoughts about the show…
