This was originally written in 2009, after a group of anti-immigrant yahoos killed a family of innocents near the border. It feels timely and is thus re-posted.
Musicians like Miles Davis, who once said “I live for the next Ahmad Jamal album,” may have venerated Jamal, but the general public had yet to be hipped to his style. That all changed when At the Pershing: But Not for Me, the original album on which the Pershing Lounge recording of “Poinciana” appeared, was released.
I generally avoid reviewing an album’s content, but the quality of vinyl and packaging is another story. Find out it Wilco’s latest measures up.
I get dumped, I move back to New York, I become a bit of a curmudgeon. Read about my journey and get some recommendations on music and reading to boot.
Ah, memories. With 2011 SXSW just around the corner, I’ve gotten all misty eyed over my time there last year (highly doubtful I’ll be returning this year, much as I want to). Here are a few of the many Tweets from my SXSW 2010 coverage, many of which were picked up by New Times and other assorted Tweet-picker-uppers.
Backstage after Thursday night’s Kashmir show at Maggie Mae’s, an awfully tall fellow could be seen laughing with Kashmir’s lead singer, Kaspar Eistrup.
The Grammys always suck. Back in 2010, they sucked more than usual, with Taylor Swift butchering “Rhiannon” and the tribute to Michael Jackson.
It’s the end of the world as I know it: music from my youth being used to prompt purchases by old people. People like me. Augh.