It was April 20, 2004 when I walked into a bar in Denver, CO to see The Killers supporting Stellastarr*. Both bands had one song on YouTube and I incorrectly assumed The Killers were from the UK.
For a brief, magical period in the late ’60s through the mid 70s, there was this unique, fruitful and mind-blowing fusion of country, pop and rhythm & blues.
Music and film have shared a close relationship since the golden era of Hollywood.
In the early 1990s, every college town had “that” band. The one that seemed destined to break into the big time. The one that sounded as good playing originals as they did covering Stone Temple Pilots in a crowded bar.
OMD’S thirteenth album doesn’t disappoint.
I fell in love with Julien Baker in a small club with 300 strangers.
Chris Cornell’s exceptional skill as a songwriter was unmistakable. By utilizing alternate guitar tunings and some of the weirdest chords you’ll ever hear, songs like “Black Hole Sun,” “Like a Stone,” and “Say Hello to Heaven” cemented Cornell’s place in rock history as one of the most poignant writers of his generation.
For someone who have been in the business for close to 50 years, Garland Jeffreys is working at a pace faster than most artists who are a fraction of his age. 14 Steps To Harlem is his third album in 6 years, which like other masterpieces such as Ghost Writer, Escape Artist and The King…
Las Vegas and Bryan Ferry are a perfectly blended cocktail of mystery and seduction. Equal parts old-school crooner and art-rock pioneer, Ferry’s infallible legacy in music needs little introduction.
Band names are almost impossibly hard to choose — they should be easy to say but not forgettable, original but not obscure, catchy but not too commercial.