Robin Thicke: Blurred Lines and Body Switches
All body switch movies follow the same arc. Two people make a foolish comment about how they would gladly be the other person and either in some whirlwind or the next morning, or by holding an old artifact, they switch bodies. Usually in the beginning when they’re just realizing what’s going on, one party will handle the switch a little better. The grownup will start to ace the exams and become the cool kid at school or...
Crowd Sourced: The Postal Service at the Greek Theatre
Most of the time, it’s all about the music. But sometimes in the realm of live concerts, the venue can be just as much of a draw as the acts that inhabit it. The beauty of Red Rocks in Colorado or The Gorge in Washington state, for example, are both more than capable of enhancing the experience of a set for both the crowd and the performers themselves. In my relatively frequent relocations in the past eighteen months, I’ve had the...
A Dzhokhar, A Smoker, A Midnight Toker
The initial outrage has passed but the fury continues to smolder over Rolling Stone’s latest cover choice, one that placed the image of an incarcerated terrorist in a spot normally reserved for scantily-clad pop starlets and guitar heroes. The backlash was instantaneous, occurring primarily in obscenity-laden vitriol posted by users on the magazine’s website and Facebook page, but also drawing substantial attention from...
Third Time’s a Charm: Too Much Good Music
It’s been a hot summer. Figuratively, pertaining to music, and literally, pertaining to the amount of other people’s sweat I’ve felt this week on the subway. I guess it being the peak of summer, it’s only apt that I offer you some good summer jams. Jay-z may disappoint (after a week of reviewing it, I can get myself to listen to one song. Holy Grail with JT. The rest almost feels like a chore that...
#tbt: A Bridge On the Rivers Cuomo
As a staunch maker of top five lists, I’m embarrassed to admit, during late-night music discussions, that I don’t have a favorite band. I haven’t had one for a long time, and I hold Weezer directly responsible for that. Weezer, truth told, was once my favorite band, and held that spot for a very, very long time, long after they’d released one, two, even three subpar-to-shitty albums. Loyalty does that—that’s what loyalty is, after...
Review: Magna Carta Holy Grail
Man I really wanted this album to be good. I was really hoping the Jigga man could come through with his consistency and just put out something I could play on repeat for a bit. Remember when I said this summer is filled to the brim with good music coming out. Well that seems to have been an overstatement. Look Jay-z’s mediocre game is passable, and better than a lot of other people’s best games. But being that I was...