Shearwater Talks

Friday morn on the subway line, and it’s a frikkin’ fashion show, everybody in their extra-special Friday night clothes. The negative of a certain George Tooker painting. When They hit the subway — and They will — I kind of hope it’s on a Friday. Although I hope They don’t at all. Me, I’m enclosed […]

the unforseen benefits

One lovely little side effect of my 50 free Emusic downloads has been my newfound ability to download a few tracks from albums I own only on vinyl. I know, I could forsake Luddite-ism and begin to burn my vinyl to disc, but I’m lazy like that. And I’ve had a stomach virus which had […]

Death in the Times

In the arts and leisure section of today’s Sunday Ny Times, Joey Burns of Calexico writes of his recent music faves. For the Times, it’s a list, for once, ahead of the curve, since they often masquerade their lack of hipness with their up-to-the-minute knowledge of mainstream hip hop and modern jazz. Jon Pareles is […]

If Lost 80s Friday Arrives on Thursday, The 80s Get Lost in a Wormhole Between the 70s and the Oughts

Influences get worn on sleeves, collars, hemlines, and belts. On their latest leaked track from their forthcoming release News and Tributes, The Futureheads wear theirs right smack in the middle of a matching set of blazing red t-shirts. As if they don’t, usually, enjoy them as I do, with their The-Damned-Meets-XTC sound. Download the following […]

Seen your video. That phony rock and roll.

But the Replacements got it partially wrong, because their videos were great, only cementing my nascent love for them. A stereo speaker, in b&w, for the duration of “Bastards of Young,” and then a foot smashes it? Four guys sitting on a sofa, some wandering off, for “Alex Chilton?” I was sold. I was seeing […]

When do we take them out and shoot them?

Wait a minute. When I was a younger-young person, I jeered at old timers who, cool enough to recognize, say, The Who, for what they were in their heyday, would still drool over embarrassing garbage like”Eminence Front” like it was “The Who Sells Out” reborn. So is this me with the three new Sonic Youth […]

Aloha from Heaven

Like some people who shouldn’t have a kid, some shouldn’t have a blog. And I wonder if one could concoct a formula for just the exact type of indie rock a computer-savvy webber blogger 20-30 something would be attracted to, because I’m muttering ‘of course’ under my breath when the blog-o-the-moment blabs holymoly about Arctic […]