Ah, I can always rely on my favourite rock icons to make me happy in the midst of a pandemic. Last time it was Chris and Rich Robinson of The Black Crowes and today it’s head Foo Fighter Dave Grohl. A few days ago, he took to a Princely purple-lit studio to talk about one of my all-time favourite songs, “Everlong,” and perform it solo-acoustic style.Continue reading
I suppose it’s a function of my age that I’ve now gone to two 90s-centric music festivals in the span of a month. But this one, held in Kitchener, Ontario, was different from Burlington’s Sound of Music Festival: it was louder, it was grungier, it was sexier, and at the same time it was bizarrely, paradoxically suburban. Continue reading
Expect the unexpected, they say. I didn’t expect to see a U2 concert this year. I didn’t buy tickets. But I went to a U2 concert, thanks to two people bowing out of my cousin’s extra ticket. Continue reading
Oh boy. This is going to be disappointing.
I think it was around this time, the summer of 1990, that I started to realize my musical tastes were different from most people’s. It seemed natural to me, though. It’s like when you’re six and you like something because you like it, not because your friends or the cool kids or famous people or the media told you to like it. It just speaks to you. Which is why, that summer, while vacationing in Florida, I could fall in love with both this manic tribute to guitar virtuosity and teenage rebellion AND Mariah Carey. Continue reading
Remember CDs? Not all that long ago, they were everything. The compact disc was the ultimate format for storing and playing sound recordings. Smaller and more convenient than cumbersome vinyl, which had gone the way of the velociraptor at that point, and more reliable and durable than cassettes. And the sound quality? Forget about it. It was supposed to be pristine, like there was a tiny little band playing live right inside your ear. Continue reading
South Park, American Dad and Ugly Betty stole from me.
Seriously? What’s your damage now?
Nice to have you back, Imaginary (Valley Girl-voiced) Reader. I’m saying that these shows stole my intellectual property. Without actually knowing it. They all stole from my unpublished novel. Continue reading
Once upon a time, there was a kid in university who was suddenly touched to his core by the music of a woman just a few years older than him. He walked around campus listening to her music on his Walkman. He was a bit of a loner. The good news about that was that it gave him a lot of time to listen to music. Continue reading
I think I’ve said before that I don’t really feel guilty about liking the music I like, and I think this blog has reflected that, with Richard Marx next to Living Colour. But this song does make me feel kind of guilty. Continue reading
Why weren’t these guys massive? That’s the first thing I think about when I hear this song – any Living Colour song, really. The second thing is springtime. But let’s start from the top. Continue reading