I Have Some Questions

In which I have some questions Great news, the man I’ve been thinking about and talking about and listening to all summer is embroiled in scandal. I’d intended to lay low on this album’s birthday for once in my simp life, but if I see one more post of the cover image I’m gonna slideContinue reading “I Have Some Questions”

Farewell, Charlie

A brief remembrance This evening we lost someone I was definitely not prepared to say goodbye to. I mean, I knew we were going to be coming to terms with this generation of artists parting ways with us bit by bit (we already have), but I expected to have Mr. Watts around for a whileContinue reading “Farewell, Charlie”

Never Write a Hasty Review or You Will Live to Regret It

In which I CANNOT let it be (naked) Last week I read Juliet, Naked, a novel by the illustrious Nick Hornby. It’s the third novel of his I’ve read (if you don’t count State of the Union as a novel), the first two being High Fidelity and About a Boy. Given that Hornby has madeContinue reading “Never Write a Hasty Review or You Will Live to Regret It”

In the Garage with the Revolver

Or, a breakdown This is the last spiel about a record turning 55, I swear. It’s my boys and it’s maybe their greatest album (the case has been made) and it’s one I’ve come to really love as an adult and I had to. Song I’ve loved from the start: “I’m Only Sleeping” Song IContinue reading “In the Garage with the Revolver”

Happy birthday, Jerry!

Or, an honorary transitive commemoration Jerry Garcia would have turned 79 today. Eight days from now, 9 August, will mark the 26th anniversary of his death. This span of time is a sacred period for certain people in my life, so I didn’t want to let the day go by without acknowledging it. I myselfContinue reading “Happy birthday, Jerry!”

Brunette on Blonde on Blonde

In which I record the stats So amidst all the Pet Sounds ballyhoo I forgot that I should also commemorate the 55th anniversary of the release of the album I literally just called my favorite of Dylan’s. Which happens to be today. Among other reasons (its sense of humor, its drum parts), it’s my favoriteContinue reading “Brunette on Blonde on Blonde”

Happy birthday, Bob!

In which I count a love minus zero On Monday the greatest lyrical poet of his generation turned 80. I’m going to eschew songwriter, although (or perhaps because) plenty call him that unhesitatingly—many artists of that generation, male and female, produced songs and/or albums that could justify their bid for the title. But his masteryContinue reading “Happy birthday, Bob!”

Why TURNSTILES Made Billy Joel Great

In which I say goodbye to Hollywood Today marks the 45th anniversary of the release of Billy Joel’s fourth studio album. This boils down to convenience; it simply gives me a chronological excuse to talk about something I’ve wanted to talk about for some time now. Mostly because I never hear anyone else doing it.Continue reading “Why TURNSTILES Made Billy Joel Great”

5 Times I Related Way Too Hard to Elton John’s ME

In which I say “oh God same” *CW: addiction* Last weekend I listened to Elton John’s recent autobiography on Audible, read in alternating chapters by the man himself and Taron Egerton, who played him in Rocketman. And let me tell you: you do not need to have had a sixteen-year cocaine habit to find atContinue reading “5 Times I Related Way Too Hard to Elton John’s ME”

It’s getting to the point…

In which it’s a matter of mind over music—or is it? Yesterday a favorite podcaster of mine who often engages in discussions of mental health issues—and who is herself studying to be a therapist—read out a message from a female listener who described her boyfriend’s unwillingness or inability to help her through an emotionally turbulentContinue reading “It’s getting to the point…”