What lies beyond COVID-19 for the arts community?
Phoebe Bridgers has crafted a disc filled with pristine, meditative songs that carry a brutal emotional weight.
A by-the-carload ticket gets you a spot in the Tupelo Music Hall parking lot and an empty space next to it.
Too many hip-hop artists stick to defined lanes, but Run the Jewels aspire to run rampant, with a growing sophistication as well as heart, wit, and rage.
Charli has successfully dramatized her impatiently jagged state of mind, supplying an emotionally honest stream of consciousness that suggests what she (and no doubt many others of her generation) is feeling and thinking in quarantine.
“As artists, it’s our obligation to keep going. I really believe we have to push for the world to open up again.”
Musical theater giant Stephen Sondheim turned 90 on March 22, and Stevie Wonder—for my money, the greatest popular music composer of the last 60 years—turned 70 on May 13.
What’s happening right now, this is a bloodbath. It is full on slaughter of small businesses. They lie in the streets gasping for breath.
Darkness is pervasive in this Cowboy Junkies album, but it is not all-encompassing.
When I think of Bill Withers I think of just three handclaps. It’s my favorite example in his music, or just about anyone else’s, of the power of restraint — not slamming and flailing about to shift a groove into overdrive.