I learned a valuable lesson this summer. No, it had nothing to do with swimming, sunscreen or the Jersey shore. It’s much more serious than that. I learned that the more hatred grew in my heart for Ashlee and Jessica Simpson, the more I watched their shows, the more I knew every word to their songs and the more I felt like they were people I actually knew. […]
When the four girls of Bond debuted on the music scene about four years ago, they were initially banned from the UK classical charts. Apparently, their combination of world music dance beats and traditional strings did not fit the definition of this genre. […]
In a more technologically advanced 1930s America, driven reporter Polly Perkins has stumbled onto a very large story. By large, of course, I mean sky-scraper-sized laser spewing robots of destruction that steal resources before disappearing to parts unknown. […]
Everyone knows that kids can be mean sometimes, but what happens when bullying gets out of control? In his film “Mean Creek,” new director Jacob Estes tackles adolescence and the struggle to feel accepted. Well received at Sundance and Cannes, among other film festivals, “Mean Creek” is intelligent and real, not afraid to confront the many truths of growing up. […]
Rain had delayed the Dead’s performance by an hour or so, and by the time we had reached the What Stage, around 9:30, the group was just beginning their set.
“Tennessee Jed” was the first song and the audience, swirled by narcotics and alcohol, belted along. […]
After 21 years, Phish has broken up. They brought their career to an end close to where it began, Coventry, Vt., on Aug. 14 and 15. An odyssey brought us there for the second night.
By the time we arrived on Sunday night at the Newport State Airport, where the festival was held, the worst of the rain had ended. […]
As far back as I can remember – which translates to last year – the music review page has featured mostly rock and other popular music CDs. This time, we thought we’d change things up a bit and bring a little culture with a nice old-fashioned musical and a review of the critically acclaimed soundtrack to the Broadway play “Footloose. […]
Introduced as “the poet-laureate of the world,” Bob Dylan came to the stage, a small 62-year-old man, clad entirely in black, with a cowboy hat perched on top of his head. At his concert at the Tower Theater in Upper Darby, P.A., last Monday, he seemed to be completely unaware of the eruption that came from the crowd. […]
Standing alone before an enormous crowd at New York’s Philharmonic Hall October 31, 1964, 23-year-old Bob Dylan said, “Don’t let that scare you,” false-starting on “If You Gotta Go, Go Now (Or Else You Gotta Stay All Night).” The concert is now available to the public for the first time as the sixth volume of his Bootleg Series. […]
If you ever listen to the radio or watch MTV even once a week, there’s no way you can avoid that new Usher song, “Yeah!” It’s that song that makes you feel like you’re all “bling bling” in some club. It’s inescapable. So I figured that it’s better to accept it than to fight it and I gave Usher’s new CD, “Confessions” a listen. […]
“Head” is the type of album that sounds best when you listen to all of the songs in a row. Eleven Eleven’s latest effort has not one ‘stand-out’ or ‘single-worthy’ track but maybe that is part of their creative plan.
The Philadelphia area band can’t plan on pleasing the masses with an album that goes on and on like a dreary, cold rainy day. […]
Oh brother, where art the Coen Brothers, you ask? That question will be answered after viewing “The Ladykillers.” Filled with their typical shenanigans, the film is clearly a product of Joel and Ethan Coen (who are also responsible for “Raising Arizona,” “The Big Lebowski” and “Fargo”), and I would imagine that very few would have it any other way. […]
Sure, people joke that Bert and Ernie were gay, that Cookie Monster would do anything to get a fix and that the whole thing where Big Bird was the only one that could see Snuffleupagus until one day when magically everyone could see him, too, was just plain weird. […]
I couldn’t tell you how many articles I’ve read over the last two years that predicted the White Stripes would be the next saviors of mainstream rock ‘n’ roll. It seems as though the same journalists who had once lured thousands of adolescent suburbanites into buying Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit records have now turned their attention to the greener pastures of garage-rock land, once they discovered Fred Durst was balding under that ridiculous Red Sox hat of his and Chester Bennington was about as bubble gum as Mandy Moore. […]