Lily has gone on the record as not being entirely thrilled with Sheezus, but really, enough of this fucking English self-deprecation album. What is better? Prism? Lily has made three albums the equal of You Broke My Heart In 17 Places, what more do we want? Well, I’d rather not be called a misogynist but otherwise it is great to have Allen back.
In a ridiciously smart and cutting edge evening of music, a handful of top acts wowed an audience, mostly there to see a rapturously received funk old time Shuggie Otis. If they’d arrived on time they would have also caught Kosher Rock, Interdisciplinary Indie rock, over the edge UK soul and a leader of rap
The music is a muscular hard rock with so many melodies and hooks, the man can let the music do the work for him, he doesn’t need to bother with the icing if he isn’t in the mood. He can pick and choose his moments.
At 62 years old, Johansen is slim, athletic, craggily and handsome. A pleasure to watch as always. I mean always.
I’ve seen him many times but not in a decade, and he has never not given a professional but yielding performance.
Children are like farts, they are all nasty, smelly things except for your own. To quote Don Corleone, it doesn’t matter to me how somebody makes money as long as I don’t have to watch em for half an hour. Or something like that,
If that was the only problem with Sinead’s set at Highline Ballroom Friday night, the final night of a two coast four night mini-tour in support of her excellent new album How About I Be Me (And You Be You), I’d take a little Tourette’s Syndrime in return for the honor of her singing… it wasn’t.
Bobby Keys is leaving now
the Stones sax player of choice for decades
Wilson’s 12 piece band reminds me of the New York Philharmonic playing Schubert on a real good day… if Schubert showed up to join em.
Highline isn’t a huge room, it fits 400 people
