A delightful trend-in-miniature is the resurgence of vinyl as a medium. I was sadder than most when the music industry migrated over to CDs in the 1980s, and never did trust their motives for doing so. I remember how they charged “development costs” for the new medium to the artists — and charged more to
Consistency is often thought of as being anathema to creativity. Ralph Waldo Emerson famously asserted that “a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.” Yet there are a special few in the arts, those who can both remain consistent and create enduring works of value. All that may sound a bit lofty when the
It might well be that calling Candy Golde a supergroup is an exercise in hyperbole. The fact is that each of the new group’s four members has a pedigree of some renown. Rick Rizzo was (and still is, as a matter of fact) guitarist with indie-rockers Eleventh Dream Day. Bassist John Stiratt is in Wilco.
I am not a film critic. That simple fact is one of two reasons I will not be reviewing Anywhere, U.S.A. a movie now out on DVD. (The other reason is that, having viewed this locally-produced film featuring local talent, I can’t come up with a single positive thing to say about it. And I
The a-side of White Orange’s single “…And This is Why I Speak to You in Parables” unfolds with insistent sheets of gauzy, hazy, druggy guitar figures. A sludgy Sabbathy rhythm section joins in the fun after awhile, giving the track a doom/stoner vibe. Just when the listener has tuned in and turned on to a
First of all, the fact that Wheels on Fire‘s Cherry Bomb EP is issued on 45rpm vinyl pushes its cool-quotient up several notches before I even get the opportunity to spin the vinyl. But on listening, it’s even better. “Black Wave” has it all: jangling, spiky guitars, “ooh”-filled backing vocals, sneering lead vocals not miles
Note: “Reconsider, Baby” is my title for a series of occasional essays in which I’ll take a look at albums that were unjustly panned or ignored on their original release. A connection between two seemingly totally dissimilar albums recently occurred to me. By 1972 Creedence Clearwater Revival had an impressive catalog of work behind them.
I just returned from a brief (and mightily needed) weekend getaway to Charleston SC. To say it was hot and humid would be a gross understatement — July is not the ideal time to visit a southern coastal city — but it’s such a lovely place that I actually didn’t mind (and I hate hot
It’s so long ago now that I can’t nail down a specific date – and even the year is something of a guess – when it took place. And my memory is completely blank as to how we found out about it. But it was a big deal nonetheless, one that set me on a
With the recent Record Store Day, I’ve been thinking more about this subject, and it reminded me of a brief piece from a couple years ago. I was interviewed by fellow music journalist Martin Halo. He compiled notes based on my ramblings, and put together the piece below using my words. As such, blame me