After last week’s post, I figured I’d make good on my own shortcomings by finding an album by a woman, or at least a woman-fronted band, to review for today. I got all the way into the Ms of my library before Kala leapt out at me, and I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about Maya […]
69 Love Songs is part of a very exclusive group: triple albums that are actually good.
This is the final in a series of three columns, collectively titled Byrnanza, about the work of the musical genius David Byrne over the past thirty years. For his latest trick, David Byrne has eschewed “world music rhythms,” preferring instead to go with DANCE DANCE DISCO PEOPLE POWER REVOLUTION.
Okay, I should confess here that I do not care for Paul Simon very much: I think he’s kind of a dick, and his music is uninteresting. I 95% abhor Simon and Garfunkel; they just do nothing for me, and they soundtracked the awful The Graduate, which they will have to atone for someday (perhaps Art […]
I wasn’t going to write about this album yet. I was putting it off, because it’s one of those albums that had such a huge impact on my life, and I was going to wait until I felt like I could do it justice. But after a long two weeks, it’s time.
I have lots of guilty pleasures, and one of them is that I never say Cat Power’s name. I sing it, instead, the way Homer Simpson sings about his name that he got from Marge’s hair-dryer.
Hi, campers! I apologise for my absence last week. I was throwing up. It wasn’t pretty. The less said about that, the better. On to the music!