Here’s what’s in heavy rotation in my world. It should be in yours, too.
You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind – or on this sweltering summer Saturday in Las Vegas, you can bring your friends along.
How do you replace the most exciting and innovative frontman in rock-n-roll history? You simply don’t.
Opposing tides flowed into each other in Las Vegas on Friday evening as the candy-colored festival goers heading north to the Electric Daisy Carnival walked through a mass of faded Pink Floyd t-shirts in the queue outside T-Mobile Arena.
All roads have led us here. On their sleek new album Last Young Renegade, All Time Low establish themselves at the forefront of contemporary music by daring to shake off pop-punk expectations.
The 262-mile road trip from Las Vegas to Pasadena, CA includes a stretch along the hip of Mojave National Preserve. With all due respect to the impeccably attired Lumineers, the real opening act for U2’s return to the Rose Bowl was the miles upon miles of Joshua trees stretching around us as my wife and I descended into California to celebrate the 30th anniversary of U2’s landmark album with 100,000 or so friends.
Teenage girls have always been pretty smart when it comes to sifting through their teen idols and spotting the real deal. The early Beatles concerts? All teenage girls.
“We’re putting the band back together” – Elwood Blues
Blondie has nothing left to prove after four decades in the business.
Robert Smith turns 58 today. Let’s rank every single Cure album from worst to first, shall we?