I’ve listened to the side-long title track of Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays’ As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls, oh, maybe just a couple of times in the last twenty years.
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“Mark, it’s only a number.” That was the advice my mom had for me when it seemed like I wasn’t so happy to be turning 40.
Dennis “Fergie” Frederiksen was, at one point, all over the radio. Then, just like that, he was gone.
I’m the kind of guy that comes down firmly in the Iron Maiden camp every time the age-old Maiden or Priest argument comes up. I love Priest, but there’s something about Maiden that’s always appealed to me more.
by Fred Phillips In the early days of my metal fandom, one of the best ways to sample new music was the compilation albums from K-Tel and the like. They were a lot cheaper than a standard cassette, usually running $4-$5 as opposed to $7-$8 for regular albums
There’s a world-weary melancholy, a hard-won realism, to Styx‘s new song that didn’t exist in Tommy Shaw‘s fun-rocking “Renegade” days, and that points the way out of the band’s more recent habit of backtracking
A recent discussion around the water cooler at Something Else! Towers got me thinking about the development of my musical tastes. The topic was how the Internet has changed music consumption. One of the points raised was that the availability of music on the web has allowed people to sink into one musical niche
I have a confession to make. The other morning, while munching on a bowl of hemp granola and slurping my first cuppa, I watched a Justin Timberlake video … and I really liked the song
by Tom Johnson A sadly overlooked band, the Trees got lumped in with the grunge movement in the early 1990s. What’s unfortunate is that, like fellow Seattlites Mudhoney, these guys were way better than what got popular. It’s a typical complaint, I know, but I dare you to listen to pretty much anything these guys put out and tell meRead More
In its way, Johnny Marr’s riff on this Smiths song was every bit as important in its era as Keith Richards’ on “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” a generation before. It sounded like angry desperation — and it worked in perfect contrast to the lyrics