The idea of Morrissey often eclipses the reality of Morrissey.
I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan far longer than I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan.
Success is the sweetest revenge.
It was April 20, 2004 when I walked into a bar in Denver, CO to see The Killers supporting Stellastarr*. Both bands had one song on YouTube and I incorrectly assumed The Killers were from the UK.
For a brief, magical period in the late ’60s through the mid 70s, there was this unique, fruitful and mind-blowing fusion of country, pop and rhythm & blues.
In the early 1990s, every college town had “that” band. The one that seemed destined to break into the big time. The one that sounded as good playing originals as they did covering Stone Temple Pilots in a crowded bar.
OMD’S thirteenth album doesn’t disappoint.
For someone who have been in the business for close to 50 years, Garland Jeffreys is working at a pace faster than most artists who are a fraction of his age. 14 Steps To Harlem is his third album in 6 years, which like other masterpieces such as Ghost Writer, Escape Artist and The King Of In Between, looks back at his past while staying completely in the now.
Las Vegas and Bryan Ferry are a perfectly blended cocktail of mystery and seduction. Equal parts old-school crooner and art-rock pioneer, Ferry’s infallible legacy in music needs little introduction.