Records stores make next to nothing on new vinyl. They are basically strong armed into buying all this product, or they will be left out of the party and have no one in their store on a day that was supposed to be all about them.
We no longer need to pretend, or “ironically” like her music. Now fully unleashed and un-tethered from Big Machine Records, I have a feeling we haven’t even scratched the surface of what Taylor Swift is truly capable of. Taylor Swift the pure radio Pop superstar may be in the past. Now, with intent, she has become something new or perhaps chosen to finally reveal her true self. If Lover, and folklore are any indication, at thirty-one years of age, Taylor Swift the singer-songwriter is just getting started.
What even is normal? Everyone has strange quirks. We all have embarrassing stories. Each and everyone of us has made mistakes. The point is– we are all weird in our own ways. It got me thinking – how can I relate this to music? The first artist that came to mind was none other than Frank Zappa.
As seminal and influential a band as Hüsker Dü were, it is my humble opinion that Bob Mould didn’t need them, and arguably ended up better off without them. After the disillusion of Hüsker Dü, Bob Mould decided to center himself.
Neil Young has had a long and eventful career. He’s achieved fantastic success, and also experienced significant lows, both professionally and personally. It seems that Neil Young is a man who also is at his best in times of turmoil, particularly during times of personal turmoil.
Over the decade’s Bob Dylan has seen and sung on just about every important topic of the last half-century. We find ourselves as a nation collapsing unto itself, and directly into a great divide. It’s a chasm of our own doing. Our blatant refusal to be kind and decent to one another is coming to a head now. What happens next is in our hands.
When the Strokes show up – we know it. When they hit – they hit hard. And when they do what they do– no one does it better. This is an album that for better or worse, will define a moment in time.
On December 5th of 1932, Richard Wayne Penniman, also known as Little Richard, screamed into this world, and didn’t stop screaming for the next 87 years.
I had a rough time growing up. I had no group. From a young age, I was attracted to the rebels, renegades, and antiheros. I loved the shake, rattle, and roll of Elvis Presley. I was fascinated with the idea of Outlaw Country perpetuated by Johnny Cash. Most importantly, I loved the way they seemed to piss people off.
I’m twenty years old. I’ve just read the opening lines of Nick Hornsby’s novel High Fidelity. I’m hooked. I knew then and there that this was something that would require repeat readings for the rest of my life.