my take on Madonna's occasionally gutsy MDNA
not mentioned: Nicki’s really great verse on “I Don’t Give A,” and the general disappointingness of M.I.A. throughout
11:57 am • 26 March 2012 • 1 note
Coming up: Deftones
Next week we will take a look at Sacramento-based alternative metal band Deftones.
Guest-blogging duties are falling to Maxwell Cavaseno, who writes for “your favorite rapper’s favorite rap site” NoJumper.com. He’s also got a Twitter account and a music writing tumblr.
See you on Monday!
Hell yes, let the Deftones reclamation begin.
5:04 pm • 25 March 2012 • 19 notes
My Latest Article For The Atlantic, About Japanese Music After The Earthquake
The one-year anniversary of the 3/11 earthquake/tsunmai is this Sunday, so I wrote an article up for The Atlantic about how Japanese music responded to those events. And, of course, the entire nuclear situation. If nothing else, please just scroll down and watch “Free From Nuclear Power Plant,” as it is my favorite YouTube video of the past year.
Yes, do watch.
10:14 pm • 7 March 2012 • 4 notes
“As the first massively successful manufactured act, they also hold the distinction of providing a doorway to deeper truths to generations of young rock listeners: the knowledge that there are such things as session musicians, professional songwriters, script supervisors, and stunt vocalists. The reason for the Monkees’ success was precisely because of the aforementioned assemblage, but an invented band requires public faces, and Jones—5’3”, Mancunian—was perfectly cast. In early episodes of the Monkees’ TV series, a recurring special effect was to make cartoon stars sparkle out of his eyes. They were hardly needed.”
— psyched to run this piece from Jesse Jarnow re: Davy Jones
4:26 pm • 1 March 2012 • 34 notes
“When one of the resident style queens, epistemologists to their nail lacquer, gazed at Tina Fey and said, in tones of unfeigned awe, “I’ve never seen this hair on her,” we were vouchsafed a genuine insight into the unreliable surface of reality, as it shimmers on Pacific shores. It made you wonder if the hair, like the dress, was something that could be lifted off and replaced with other hair, or perhaps clipped onto the scalp of another woman entirely; and from that, in turn, arose a tempting vision of the whole Oscar preparation zone as being governed not by Burberry or Balenciaga or Givenchy but, more robustly, by Playmobil, with hundreds of excited six-year-old girls taking the stars apart and swapping body parts, heads, and accessories in a never-ending quest for the shiniest doll.”
— Anthony Lane, having a blast.
11:40 am • 27 February 2012
And this is why we retitle our image file names, yeah?
3:57 pm • 15 February 2012 • 14 notes