Time for the Thing In The Spring, four days of music, readings, art, and general hijinx on the street.
Friday Morning Listen
This past week, I spent perhaps too much time reading (and re-reading) a couple of bits on the Internet. The first was a series written by Questlove, entitled When the People Cheer: How Hip-Hop Failed Black America. The other was an only tangentially-related article published way back in 2003 called Why Americans Don’t Like Jazz.
I still don’t really know the entire story, and maybe its better that I don’t.
As reported a few months back, tickets for a block of Bruce Springsteen shows went on sale on February 14th.
The problem with the wide range and ubiquity of our networks is that we’re aware so much of society’s goings on…maybe too much.
So we were standing around the Something Else! water cooler the other day, getting a lot of laughs from an absolutely ridiculous article we’d read about guitar players.
So a couple of weeks ago, we were talking about Neil Young’s new Pono music system.
What with the rumors flying earlier this week about the health of AC/DC’s Malcolm Young, I was pretty sure I’d be writing an obit/appreciation piece by now.
Let’s talk about the Pono. You’ve never heard of it? Well, you’re not alone, though if audio (and its quality) really aren’t your thing, then you really can’t be blamed.
I don’t often read things about film (mostly because I never watch movies), but there’s this terrific little spat going on between film critics over at New Yorker. Richard Brody claims that you only need five minutes — any five minutes — to determine if a film has resonance.