Music
How our memoirist and the man who shook Mickey Mouse’s hand crossed paths is characteristic of the author’s good fortune and perseverance.
By Matt Hanson There’s an enticingly primeval quality to the way bluesmen Ryan Lee Crosby and Jimmy “Duck” Holmes play off of one another. Willie Dixon once said that “the blues are the roots, the other musics are the fruits.” We all know by now how plenty of world-famous bands have harvested those influences. So…
This is a terrific compendium of new music of the best sort: the kind that’s brilliantly written, expressively direct, played with assurance, and engineered with clarity and warmth.
Seasoned fans were most likely to appreciate My Morning Jacket’s generous — if imperfect — sprawl.
One of the best things about the 40-minute selection from “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway” that stood at the center of guitarist Steve Hackett’s near-three-hour show was its focus on the music without visual bolstering.
“Saul “may be an oratorio, but it’s about as operatic as one can get.
“Vinyl is special because it makes the music less disposable, it makes listening a little less convenient. There is something tactile for people to hold and look at, an object to cherish.”
The Latvian conductor can sometimes overindulge in pieces that demand shifts in emotional direction on a dime, so the frenzied eclecticism of Mahler’s Fourth feels tailor-made for him.
At a time when the world’s aflame, David Byrne ignited creative camaraderie, a dazzling experience that lingers in mind and spirit.
“Howl” was one of the hardest things Black Rebel Motorcycle Club has ever made. We knew weren’t going to make another album like it unless the spirit really demanded the songs — it raised the bar rather high.
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