It was a meteoritic ascension
I have a relationship with songwriters as some people have a relationship with God
When did we expect our artists to be flawless?
‘How does it ruin the timeline?’
‘It seemed like he had the power to propel people forward’
we always read way too much in songwriters’ lyrics
‘Think one part Elliott Smith, one part DMX’
Whatever “dragon energy” is I’m almost sure it’s the only common ground Kanye and Trump have
Both justify gun ownership as a way to defend themselves in terrible situations
People are using the same methods that have harmed them in the past
he never should have been allowed to perform with a broken hip for 53 dates!
Go out as much as you can
I am grateful to have seen these two legends close and personal
‘a director can touch and harass his actresses at will’
Young middle class girls
For the best or the worst, the PWR BTTM scandal is happening in 2017
It goes way beyond the Camille Paglia’s ‘obnoxious Nazi Barbie’ meme
the more narcissistic you are, the more music you sell?
nothing is an accident in Bey’s life
failing to recognize the true purpose of art
Shouldn’t he have been treated years ago?
So it had been exceptional.
‘like pinning a medal on Mount Everest for being the highest mountain’
Donald Trump is potentially the worst idea
‘Old Man Trump knows/Just how much/Racial Hate/he stirred up/In the bloodpot of human hearts’
‘The Famous video is one of the more disturbing “artistic” efforts in recent memory.’
‘There’s nothing that’s unforgivable.’
There are even tabloids which pretend to have identified the woman who is having an affair with Jay Z
‘Prince is the royal that people love,’ wrote Morrissey
Remove all these gentle purple filters and Prince was a weirdo.
the contracts these poor kids sign to become huge stars are borderline slavery!
‘All headline shows are now sold out. Despite the strict rules, tickets inevitably will find their way onto secondary ticketing sites…’
‘Too often do men who have never had a single consequence due to the privilege of their art and trust fund get away with such monstrosities,’
‘I’ve always thought that Hedi Slimane was little more than a carpetbagger’.
The beauty of all this is that Bowie kept everything secret, sparing us of the pity and this sort of whimpering feelings which are not good for a true appreciation of art.
When was the last time I was left speechless after a show? When was the last time I said it was mind blowing? I am not sure…
I am not a Parisian, I was not physically hurt on 11/13 but I am just a French girl who loves music
After the massacre which occurred in Paris last week, you may have seen most of your Facebook friends update their profiles with the tricolor French flag
It’s never too soon as I am concerned, at the condition the joke is funny and not stupid of course, The way Jerry Only said this line on Sunday night was funny, he looked as menacing as a cartoon character, a Batman villain who has watched too many Halloween movies, but he seemed to speak to the terrorists in a total fuck-you way.
Could the terrorists have been aware of the cover art of Eagles of Death Metal’s last album ‘Zipper Down’? This has to put any jihadist in full rage mode… But wait until mid December, when Peaches has a gig there.
I only have to hear that Pitchfork and Consequence Of Sound like a song for me to doubt my own instincts. And absolutely, for me, popularity improves a sound. Lorde’s “Royal” is a perfect example where I dismissed it and dismissed it and though it took a live performance to turn me all the way around, its success was what had me wondering.
What does it mean when you don’t hear great music because it was never written? It is like me, childless, all the wonderful kids I never had and all the wonderful songs I never heard because they weren’t written or because I couldn’t find them and that is the great sorrow of this maybe great moment in pop music. We can’t hear it.
There is so much music out there that I feel if you could find all the good stuff the 2010s would be the equal of the 00s… but how do you find it? Overhere at rock nyc we try and save you time by telling you what to listen to (that’s also why we use grades so liberally, so you don’t even have to bother reading it). The next decade should be interesting at the very least…
We’re on the verge of irrelevance. You have to make stuff relevant to you and where you’re at, make an honest account of what you’re going through. If that’s relevant to other people, great. But we don’t know.’ So why do U2 now think they could be relevant with this new music? Looking at their recent setlists they play a lot of these innocent songs, while the Stones play ‘Sticky Fingers’!
Nothing is the same. In a world of ‘been there done that’ rehashed tripe its astounding to think we really haven’t ‘heard it all’
When we look at this great moment in pop, I think we will see it as an equivalent to the summer of 1982: the pieces are on the chessboard but the moves haven’t been made yet. The moment in pop, when videos became central to pop and rock, hadn’t quite happened. In January 1983, Michael Jackson would drop “Beat It” and MTV and videos would become the story of music
We are always told to separate the art from the artist, this should be the norm even though it is often difficult. But when it comes to making movies and writing books about artists, I wonder why directors and writers cheerfully transgress this rule and get away with it?
Wilson can make music that sounds like the slow yearn of conclusion. It is one of his many strengths that even as a teen surfer sensation there was something else there, there was an awareness of thought and solitude. “Somewhere Quiet” is the ghost of “Please Let Me Wonder”.
Stabbing is a very painful way to kill yourself. Those who commit suicide by knife tend to have very deep personality disturbances. And it is more difficult to stab oneself through clothing, requires a lot of strength to do that to yourself (unless the clothing is a thin T-shirt). Being very depressed won’t make it any less painful. There WILL be hesitation marks.
So as illness takes me down yet I can’t, I don’t have the time, to be taken down, so somewhere I am in both places, three places , somewhere I am ill, somewhere I am working and somewhere I have drifted back to a late sunny afternoon. And all three are listening to “The Only Living Boy In New York”.