Friends, when you read this, I’ll be taking my first trip to New York City as an adult, so this week’s Record Machine is as indulgent as ever. And with all due respect to Frank Sinatra, let’s listen to a few other city-centric tunes.
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In the space between my collarbone and sternum, I have a tattoo: two black stars connected by one solid line. Music inspired this bit of ink, but the story around it means so much more.
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30 Years of Music: 2011
2011 became the year when so many of my favorites decided to have new releases, and it became a very happy listening time. In some ways, it’s difficult to say which song from the following fifteen is my favorite, but once you reach the end, it will be obvious to anyone who has followed my […]
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30 Years of Music: 2007
2007 in music seems to be all about making up for neglected artists in previous columns, a lot of love and appreciation, and one hell of a dance party. Let’s do this.
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30 Years of Music: 2000!
People, wasn’t 2000 only just yesterday? I swear that it was, even though I was still in high school then and still driving Sid The Angry Volvo (R.I.P.), and even though the musicians in some of these videos look like babies in comparison to now, 2000 just happened. Don’t spoil my illusion just yet.
Indulge me while I get rather introspective in this jumbo-sized installment of Alphabet Soup.
The Letter T is another jumbo-sized letter because I couldn’t make up my damn mind. So many good songs, so much with which to sing along. Let’s get to it:
The Letter K might present more of a challenge this week, save for all the songs that start with “Kiss.” (Though if any of you pick “Kiss From a Rose” by Seal, Imma just shake my head and say, “It’s okay. Middle school nostalgia. I feel ya.”) So let’s get going with this K extravaganza:
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As-Yet-Unnamed Music Column: PJ Harvey
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!
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5 Albums That Changed My Life
Don’t forget the songs that made you cry, and the songs that saved your life. It’s the end of the year, which means every blogger, journalist, and other ne’er-do-wells are composing their end of year lists. You know. Because it’s the end of the year. I’ve now used that phrase three times in two sentences. […]