That Sluggo! — perhaps Mike Keneally’s first, best album of real songcraft — came together at all, considering the circumstances, remains something of a miracle.
For too long, founder Roger Waters says, Pink Floyd has been saddled with a genre designation that he finds laughably inappropriate: Space rock. He says the band was always anything but
Peter Cetera left Chicago in the wake of its biggest album ever, the six-times platinum 1985 smash 17, and has no regrets more than three decades later.
Somehow, I ended up with a fair amount of country-ish material on this year’s list. How did that happen?
Roger Taylor is recognizing a maturation in Adam Lambert over the course of their collaborative relationship in Queen — calling the Idol finalist “a real dark force now.”
This acoustic offering, remastered and packaged together with a new concert tribute to Ronnie Montrose, offers an opportunity for quiet reflection on the guitarist’s lost genius.
On the outside looking in, the two most famous editions of Fleetwood Mac — Peter Green’s blues-based era, and the Buckingham-Nicks pop period — couldn’t be more different. Not to Mick Fleetwood.
Next year could bring a U.S. tour for Julian Lennon, keyed to a just-announced appearance at South by Southwest in Austin. Talks are apparently on-going.
A wildfire in Big Sur has forced more about 100 residents to flee the scenic location over the Pacific Ocean, though the Beach Boys’ Al Jardine has remained. He says he’s safe, and hopeful.
“Time to Kill” found the Band — even as they went out into the world to face the mythos they had created in their initial sepia-toned absence — celebrating a bucolic world left behind.