First, the unsurprising news. There were a lot of Caucasians at Lollapalooza. A LOT of Caucasians.
The Dead Kennedys’ Jello Biafra once said of Al Jourgensen, “Every day he wakes in the morning he defies science.”
Pretty much everything you need to know about Questlove (or “?uestlove” if you want to be grammatically correct about it) can be found in the J.Cole track “Who Datt Pt. 2.”
A Judas Priest live show is a thing of rare beauty.
ere’s something that’s not often said about rock star memoirs: “Wow, that was really well written.”
Mudhoney frontman Mark Arm makes me sad for Kurt Cobain.
nterviewing Rex Brown, the bassist from bands like Pantera, Down, and most recently Kill Devil Hill, was not something I was especially looking forward to.
Morrissey once said, “I would rather eat my own testicles than reform the Smiths.”
Were there shocking moments at Grammys 2013? If you believe what you read on the Internet, absolutely.
What an amazing night for music. Not because of the awards. Those are whatever. I’m talking about the epic battle between the old men who work at CBS and the public’s unquenchable hunger for famous people’s privates.
Listening to Joy Division again, for the first time in at least two decades, a few things cross my mind. 1) My god they were fucking brilliant. And 2) My god I must’ve been depressed as a teenager.
Most of the extras on the Rage Against the Machine 20th anniversary deluxe box set, which is packaged like a slick coffee table book, are lost on me.