A top purveyor of Chicago electric blues, he started his career in Muddy Waters band and steered through the the 1960s influencing, well, everybody. All those Brit blues guys, Clapton, Green -the lot.
Forgive me for sneering but I have no idea what there is left to be said about being a rock star. We are at the point where I myself could write it and I neither rock nor am I a star,
talk about consensus opinion, all these people knowing watcha doing before you do it. What a drag!!! And pity the poor reviewer, who, if he ever ever did have an original idea in his head has had it kicked out by every body else by the time he catches the concert, and writes: “No surprises here”.
News that this eagerly awaited album will feature folk standards leaves me with this great urge to crawl into a ball and go to sleep and the addional news that a children’s choir is included makes me wonder why they don’t cover “Career Opportunities” as well (check out the last song!! -at least I hope it’s the Sex Pistol)
4.14M English people have bought the sucker. Er? Look at it this way, there about 61M people in the UK, so that means 1 out of every 15 man woman and child own this piece of crap,
That is what a real good concert can do… take over your fave track list! Though, at least three of these songs are on my best of 2012 list and only one is by Odd Future.
But, for the casual music lover, I can’t see Spotify taking over ffrom ITunes. And for the younger music lover, I can’t see it taking over from YouTube. It seems that when the pre-teens get into their thirties, even $10 a month for unlimited music will sound pricey.
What is he trying to tell us, exactly? How don’t we know it? Were we born under a rock? Have we been asleep all century???? Forget century, have we been asleep since the 1980s? Or is he just trying to make fellow fathead Dave grohl’s ridiculous analog argument look bad????
The truth is, as we grow old we suck the life force out of rock and roll by not leaving it, not letting teenagers, who own it, to keep it. But what do you do when Chuck Berry is in his 80s? “Ring ring goes the bell” was a distance memory when Berry first wrote it, what is it today?
it is the track listing of Nicki Minaj’s new album Pink Friday: Reloaded, dropping April 3rd, essential the first album plus extra tracks. Oh, look, Cam’ron is making an appearance.
For me as a person, it just doesn’t work. I just need something else. The seconds after a man reaches climax, that’s like the realest moment of your life. If I don’t want you next to me in that 15, 20 seconds, then there’s something wrong.
Now I fell bad for, er, weighing in at all on the topic. I mean, it’s not like she is obese. A little on the large side, sure. But nothing that horrendous. I mean she isn’t Solomon Burke, right?
Safe And Sound – Taylor Swift – I’ve ragged on this before, an ordinary folk song from the just released “Hunger Games” soundtrack produced by the way over rated Burnett. I’d like to take that Mandolin and smash it to little pieces. Grade: B
Dryness is the new lightness, Pitchfork are dry because they are important, Billboard is dry because it’s important, Spin is dry because nobody knows how to write…I can’t tell you what AP is like because they’ve built an impenetrable wall round their website just in case somebody wants to read em.
That’s 70,000 units moved per night. 140,000 in total and suddenly Madonna is half way to a # 1 album and she has done absolutely nothing. This is somewhat borderline,
a sincerely tongue in cheek spin, with Jonah Hill (so good in “Moneyball) as the nerd and Channing Tatum (so good in… hold on, give me a second) as the hunk, going back to High School to uncover the Mr. Big who is dealing a deadly designer drug.
the early Pentagram stuff on their compilation First Daze Here needs no excuse whatsoever from me. It is outrageously great hard metal with a great vocalist -who can sound an awful lot like Jim Morrison, and stunning guitar. You can believe it should make it big. And When Sean Pelletier, a vinyl junkie addicted to music hears it, it changes his life
Is there a worst moment in rock and roll history than the wayBono sings “mmmmm” in “Moment Of Surrender”?. He should spend eternity in purgatory for that alone.
Some week, eh? I’m going to see Odd Future tonight, so didn’t even wait till Spotify put it up. But it is some week any way: The Shins, Margot, T-Bone (which got a lousy 3 out of 4 in RS which means it’s probably the absolute pits) and Jack White…
Getting ready for this weeks Odd Future and Black Keys concerts explains two of em, checking out the UK charts explains two others, and Gilbert has a new Greatesr hits. And why not?
Black 47 were the greatest rock and roll band in the world. Celtic rockers who not only sang of, but lived, the Irish immigrant life in New York City. But not the potato famine refugees become cops and politicians, wild eyed rockers living on the lower East Side and playing CBGB’s twice a month. A one of us first generation American dreamer
You betcha it’s tainted. You show me one bad word about the Hall Of Fame in Stone. Just one. You can’t. It is one exclusive piece of fluffy propaganda after another.
The thought of Smalls children having great lives pleases me no end. It is like the end of Wuthering Heights, where the two children become closer despite Heathcliff’s efforts.
Not only did I not like Odd Future at T5 last year, U don’t much like “Rella” either. But “Rella” is growing on me and “NY (Ned Flander)” is better and this gig, on Tuesday, is at the vastly superior Hammerstein Ballroom, plus I have a balcony seat so I might see something without dying
What’s the difference between Lionel Ritchie and Bruce Springsteen. Based upon this chart, not so much if you ask me. It took a weak for Bruce to fade and Adele is already selling more per week. Home Again is slow and a little boring and yet, it has a definite style and the song writing is strong
After whining about the chart all year, this ain’t bad. The difference is X Factor winner Alexdra Burke’s “Elephant”, a very good track that splits the difference between emo-electronic and dance.
I am not at all sure about the new Paul Weller but really I haven’t been that sure since The Jam A song, even an album, here and there, but even the Style Council weren’t as good as I wished they’d been. Perhaps I have lost the Englishness I need to respond to him. Plus, cmon… that haircut is awful.
The Bounce gigged for three years and then called it quits. Larry claims the best thing about being in a band, besides the girls, was his friends in the band. And if you met Lachmann, who is a remarkably nice guy, you might be excused for assuming it was his influnece that made it such a pleasant experience.
Now that it doesn’t cost a grand, the souvenir from his totally excellent 2011 tour is a must buy, so is the Laura Marling rerelease of her last album -for the live stuff of course. New Madonna, new Shins, liive Chemical Bros, and the Hunger Games soundtrack. Should be an interesting coupla weeks.
After dissing the new Ting Tings after a spin because time is money and I have neither and it wasn’t clicking and it was reportedly based upon the Beastie Boys titanic over rated Paul’s Boiutique, a coupla songs began to click. Grade: B+
Quite why Lee Renaldo wants to reinventen himself as a lame sing-sonwriter but if this is the best he has to offer, my bet is he won’t move far beyond the Sonic Youth faithful. Lucky for him, there are loads of them.
The dead and deadly wounded were being shipped home and the army were coming to a town near you and just plucking out the men of the town and shipping them off. Those not gullible enough to believe the recruitment concerts.
. Richard really did a number on himself when he fell out of a tree in 2006 and, according to Rolling Stone magazine, who have better connects than rock nyc, is too ill for a world tower. So they may do 10 nights at MSG, 10 nights in L.A. and 10 nights in London
“Hail to the taxis, they go where I go…” As long as we’re rock nyc, here is an nyc song which doesn’t rock, it swings, and lands way above “Empire State Of Mind”, if not in “New York State Of Mind” territory.
MSP Mach One, before Ritchie disappeared, is an amphetemine injected piece of rabble rousing. Sorta like Primal Scream without the artiness. Grade: A-
So the very idea of the big Arena bands, from the Stones to U2, is antithical, it’s beseides the point, a marketing ploy. And so sincere people sneer at it. It is beneath an indie rocker like Titus Andronicus leader Patrick Stickles even if he is the last person on earth capable of doing it.
I’ve had a soft spot for Lita Ford ever since she shared her turkey sandwich with me back in the early 1980s. People don’t forget moments like that.
If I was dead, I would trip right down to Austin and go from one show to another and sit on the stage, or dance, depends upon the band, and have the musicians move through my invisible ethereal body.
I am so pissed that Glee of all people beat me to fun. That’s ridiculous. And not just Glee but Spotify had them play when they introduced their apps back in Novemember. So here, from the better never than late, congrats to fun. for their second week at # 1.
Over Adele by a mere 1,400 units, a win is a win. And in this day and age, 196,000 is OK. Bruce’s third consecutive number one. Still, think it will go Gold? How? Otherwise, what the heck is Andrew Bird doing there???
Here’s why I am listening to a son from an album whose lead track is “Here Come the ’80s”. I went to see the Stones tribute Tuesday night, Rosanne Cash sang “Gimme Shelter”, Cash covered this song on her brilliant Somewhere In The Stars album. Crowell was not only Cash’s husband at the time, but he wrote the song himself and did a pretty good job singing it. Not as good… Grade:A-
A corking good idea at first glance: the Stones classic double greatest hits album, Hot Rocks.. performed in sequence from one end to the other, with three ringers thrown in for the heck of it. At Carnegie Hall Tuesday night.
They advertised Night Moves on the gay escort service website Rent Boy. If you’re gay I highly recommend it, these guys have the biggest magic wands on earth.
Life is an entirely subjective experience, it is about what happens to me. And it always ends the same way, in death. And death always comes to soon. If we lived 1,000 years maybe not. But a hundred? Max? It isn’t long enough.
this song, like so many off those first two albums, was about one of the sexiest voices in the business. Chrissie is all come on, all flirt, all casual tension And it is also a perfect melodic countrpoint to the vocal and lyric, the break seems to be rushing head first into a new romance and the verses and choruses are oddly coy. Grade: A+
My feelings about Laura Marling are pretty well known by now, right? I hated her for years, got buzzed by an obscure album track, on one wild Sunday night caught her at the McCattrick Hotel (wild? I went to see Jane Birkin the same night) and have been a complete fanatic ever since.
As great a flying song as Chuck Berry has written, as great a Chuck Berry song as John Lennon has written. Just Bruce and his guitar, flying thru the New Jersey highways in the space between night and morn, waiting for rock and roll to deliver him as he delivers us.
For the great white hope guitarist whose gift is his fingers and his cavalier way with women (it inspired Taylor Swift’s awful “Dear John”),but it is his voice that has stopped him in his tracks with a type of cyst above his vocal cords. He had an operation and with the annoucement of an upcoming tour, the world at large thought Mayer was finally back.
Bruce believes in his new album. If he thought it was a dog he wouldn’t play that much of it. Which answers the question as to whether Rolling Stone were lying. I think he has overdone “Ball” here but maybe he will shake it up later on. And I can’t believe he is opening with “We Take Care Of Our Own” -though I may be in the minority, I think time will prove me right.
Now here is the problem. The 29th is a Sunday. For the most part, I won’t do Sundays. I went to that Coldplay radio City gig, right? It knocked me for a loop all week. Then I have a Monday, which I might have done and a Tuesday which I won’t.
