“Gonna Make a Record in the Month of May” — May 2013 and Why This Year Already Beats 2012
Palma Violets are the greatest live band I’ve ever seen. I’m not backing down from that.
Vampire Weekend may hail from New York City, but with their boat shoes, button downs, and lyrics like, “Irish and proud, baby, naturally/But you got the luck of a Kennedy,” Massachusetts is their true spiritual home.
The best rock biopics, like “24 Hour Party People,” “I’m Not There,” and “The Doors,” aren’t afraid to get a little weird, even if it means throwing verifiable facts to the wind.
There was probably no better summing up of Woodstock Nation than the lines, “Sometimes, I feel, like a motherless child/A long ways from my home.”
The emotional peak of the entire night was Bob Dylan’s gently understated performance of “What Good Am I?” from 1989’s Oh Mercy.
It was while watching the NCAA Men’s Basketball tournament that I stumbled upon an interesting trend: non-American rock music being used in American advertising campaigns.
Is it country? Is it rock? When it’s good, is there really a difference?
The music has no soul. Alt-J isn’t “the new Radiohead.” They’re “the new Emerson, Lake, and Palmer.”
Peter Hook’s memoir contains no earthshattering revelations, but it does offer a new way (or at least another way) of thinking about the four young men who made up Joy Division.