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The Last 120 Minutes of the Weekend
There are people who become famous, and there are people who quietly change lives without ever expecting to. Dave Kendall belonged to the second category. If you came of age in the late 1980s or early 1990s with an antenna pointed toward MTV, chances are you remember him not because he tried to become the star, but because he never did. He simply opened the door, stepped aside, and invited the…
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The Beautiful Imperfection of Live Radio
Or in true Rocky and Bullwinkle, subtitle form: Why criticism has made me a better radio DJ—and a better listener. Independent music for everyone! There is a peculiar vulnerability that comes with opening a microphone every Tuesday afternoon. For three hours, I invite complete strangers into my musical world. I ask them to trust me enough to follow a trail that might begin with a jangly indie…
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Video of the Day: The New Old-Fashioned - What In The Hell
There is something wonderfully disorienting about “What In The Hell.” The New Old-Fashioned has always occupied that sweet spot where power pop, garage rock, country, and indie sensibilities collide, and this latest single turns the amps up while keeping the hooks firmly intact. It’s a song that feels both urgent and effortlessly catchy, asking a question that sounds increasingly relevant in…
Turn It Up Before the World Goes Silent
Every few years somebody announces that music is dead. They say streaming killed it. Algorithms killed it. Social media killed it. Attention spans killed it. Artificial intelligence killed it. Radio killed it. MTV killed it. Napster killed it. Vinyl prices killed it. Somebody is always writing the obituary while another kid is sitting on the floor with a cheap pair of headphones hearing a song…
Elephants and Stars Kick the Door In, Spill Their Guts, and Call It Philistine Vulgarity—God Bless the Noise
Elephants and Stars have been stalking the edges of the Canadian underground for years, the kind of band that doesn’t so much arrive as accumulate—record by record, show by sweat-soaked show, turning small rooms into minor revelations for anyone paying attention. They’re not interested in being the coolest band in the room, which is probably why they end up being the most necessary. Literate but…
Transmission from the Beautiful Midwestern Static
You know what I love about radio? One minute you’re getting your soul rattled by Elephants and Stars sounding like somebody spray-painted heartbreak across the side of a collapsing bowling alley, and the next minute The Linda Lindas come flying through the speakers like they just hijacked your older cousin’s garage band and turned it into a revolution. THAT’S radio, baby. Chaos with a…
The Electricity of Being Human: Matt Derda and the Art of Saying Too Much and Just Enough
Most songwriters spend their careers trying to sound profound. Matt Derda sounds like he’s trying to survive another Tuesday. That’s not an insult. It’s the highest compliment I can think of. Because somewhere between the barroom confession, the self-deprecating joke, the hard-earned wisdom, and the moment where the floor drops out beneath a lyric you thought was headed somewhere safe, Derda…
The Burned-Down Dance Hall: Avalon Park and the Songs That Hold Us Together
Dayton Favorites The New Old-Fashioned Return with New Music
Today on YTAA, The New Old-Fashioned crashes into the studio, carrying the kind of anticipation that only comes when a band has been quietly building something behind the scenes instead of flooding the world with half-finished updates and social media breadcrumbs. For fans of the Dayton scene, this is a notable moment. The band’s upcoming single, arriving June 6, marks the first new music…
The Heartland Railway Reunion Show Was Loud, Ragged and Beautiful
There are reunion shows that feel like exercises in forced nostalgia, half-remembered songs dragged out of storage like old winter coats that still smell faintly of dirt and heartbreak. And then there are reunion shows that remind you why music mattered in the first place. Last night at Blind Bob’s, Charlie Jackson and the Heartland Railway didn’t just reunite — they detonated. They transformed a…
Walking the Wire: Fragile Voices and Electric Heartbreak
Some songs sound fragile because they’re carefully arranged that way. And then some songs sound fragile because the people making them are actually coming apart in real time. That’s the feeling you get listening to ‘Walking on a Wire’ by Richard and Linda Thompson. The song appears on Shoot Out the Lights (1982), a record that has come to feel less like a collection of songs and more like a…
Still Here and Still Swinging: High on Stress Carry the Minneapolis Rock Tradition Forward
There are records that sound like they were made for streaming playlists, and there are records that sound like they were made because four guys still believe rock and roll is a sacred, sweaty, half-broken thing that can save your life for three and a half minutes at a time. Still Here by High on Stress belongs violently, gloriously to the second category. This thing doesn’t stroll into the…
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We’ve Been Had Again: Matt Derda and The High Watts Find the Beautiful Exhaustion Inside an Uncle Tupelo Classic
There are songs that do not age so much as they sink deeper into the American soil, collecting ash, heartbreak, rusted-out Buicks, and the smell of bars where the neon has been buzzing since the the 1970s. “We’ve Been Had,” by Uncle Tupelo from their last studio album, Anodyne, is one of those songs. It always sounded less like a performance than a high energy Jeff Tweedy penned confession sung…
Dreaming in Layers: Richard Flierl and the Sound of Dotsun Moon
I conducted this interview several months ago, but its ideas have lingered in ways that feel increasingly relevant with time. Returning to the conversation now, what stands out is not just the detail of Richard Flierl’s creative process, but the clarity of his artistic philosophy—one grounded in patience, emotional honesty, and a refusal to chase immediacy at the expense of depth. In the months…
Hold on Hope: Why Sad Indie Music Makes Us Feel Less Alone
There is something almost heroic about a sad indie song. Not the theatrical heartbreak of arena rock, where somebody is always throwing a whiskey bottle against a wall while a power ballad swells behind them like a shampoo commercial. I mean the q7\48uieter stuff. The songs that sound like somebody sitting alone at 2:13 a.m. in a dim apartment, staring at a cracked ceiling fan while trying to…
Communion at Full Volume: Risk, Noise, and the Promise of the Live Set
Walking out of Mr. Smalls Theatre just outside Pittsburgh in Millvale after seeing The Afghan Whigs and Mercury Rev, I wasn’t ready to rejoin ordinary life yet—the night had that afterglow where your ears are still ringing, and your thoughts feel rearranged. It wasn’t just the setlist or the volume or even the swagger; it was the way the band seemed to push against the room until something gave,…
Midnight Sermons and Soul Fire: The Afghan Whigs Cast Their Spell in Pittsburgh
There are bands that play concerts, and then there are bands that stroll onto a stage, plug into some ancient, humming current of lust, regret, swagger, and soul, and remind you why rock and roll remains a religion worth occasionally backsliding for. Tonight in Pittsburgh, The Afghan Whigs did exactly that. From the opening seconds, this was no ordinary trip through the catalog. Kicking things…