I spent this past weekend at Boston Calling and was wowed by Sufjan Stevens, Sia (not pictured), Courtney Barnett, Charles Bradley and Janelle Monae. Here are a few half-decent pictures taken from outside the pit.
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I spent this past weekend at Boston Calling and was wowed by Sufjan Stevens, Sia (not pictured), Courtney Barnett, Charles Bradley and Janelle Monae. Here are a few half-decent pictures taken from outside the pit.
I spoke with Chris Baio, Vampire Weekend’s bassist, on how his dance music background, a move to England and Don DeLillo led to solo LP “The Names”. http://www.metro.us/entertainment/vampire-weekend-s-chris-baio-ventures-forward-with-the-names/zsJpbf---YfgCMj3dqZBc/
While working on David Bowie’s last record "Blackstar," producer Tony Visconti also had another project on his docket: Holy Holy.
Three days before David Bowie died, I had the opportunity to speak with his longtime producer Tony Visconti on "The Man Who Sold the World," Woody Woodmansey's Holy Holy and working with the visionary musician.
Covered Boston’s annual celebration of local music over at Boston Metro earlier this month. Speedy Ortiz were, rightfully, the big winners. Risers Palehound and Ruby Rose Fox got some deserved recognition as well.
I’m gonna leave you anyway / I’m gonna leave you anyway / I’m leave you anyway / You’re gonna walk right out that door / You’re gonna walk right out that door / You’re gonna watch me walk away.
Flavor of December 2015. Just started watching You’re the Worst, which features the angsty yet en pointe track as its theme song. They’re also a great live band (and one of my picks for best local Brooklyn band of 2014), so get on that.
No comment needed. Happy holidays.
Dived into a couple particularly big hip hop news stories this week at Digital Trends:
Watch Missy Elliott rap in WTF, her first new video in years
A Tribe Called Quest to reunite on Jimmy Fallon tomorrow night
“For a pop star—and a female one—to not only make herself unavailable to the New York Times but also to insist, as she did when Amy Wallace profiled her for GQ in 2013, that she be the one to record her interviews with journalists, it’s a remarkable refusal. While the President of the United States is going on podcasts and doing Twitter Q&As, Beyoncé has simply stopped answering questions altogether.”
— Why Beyoncé Has Stopped Doing Interviews, FADER.
Definitely worth a read.
Currently living in a weird vortex where I’ve been hearing (& loving) one of Justin Bieber’s new singles, What Do You Mean?, especially because I’ve been hanging out lots with my cousin and it’s his jam these days. (No judgment).
Anyway, Chvrches did us all a favor and gave us their interpretation for BBC 1. Check that out above (& take a listen to their solid sophomore record, too).
One of my longtime NYC local favorites, garage rockers Honduras, has debut LP streaming now at NME (& it’s worth a listen.) // http://www.nme.com/blogs/nme-radar/new-yorks-honduras-deliver-garage-rock-attitude-on-their-debut-album-rituals-listen
The New York Times Sunday Review ran a cover story today about a middle-aged man desperately trying to join a frat... and nearly dying in the process.
Think of this mattress as a stepping stone towards a better version of yourself. I was in your position once--willing to take whatever bed someone was ready to ditch at the curb, accepting the fact that someone else's trash was indeed my treasure. Hey, you have to IKEA before you can West Elm. Buy this bed and you too will grow up.
An Honest Craigslist Mattress Ad, Catherine LeClair
There’s no isolated drive in me to be a writer. But, unlike most people, I prefer the constant company of writers. And they can be real assholes if you aren’t working—I guess all New Yorkers are like that. Nobody likes a loser.
Kaitlin Phillips’ Only Skill, Ana Cecilia Alvarez (Adult Magazine) http://adult-mag.com/kaitlin-phillips-mornings-after/
An (autotune-less) T-Pain singing a surprisingly soulful NPR Tiny Desk Concert. He begins by saying “this is weird as hell for me” — and honestly, it’s definitely odd — but damn, he’s a good singer.
Jumped down a musical rabbit hole tonight: first, I read Mike Rivard’s take on Morphine’s “The Night” on Jed Gottlieb’s wonderful series counting down the 101 best Boston songs.
Then, I read about longtime musician/producer Mike Rivard and found out about Club D’Elf, Rivard’s Morrocan-inspired musical group, which features him on sintir (a camel-topped bass stringed with sheep intestine). Oh and the group sometimes features John Medeski (of Medeski, Martin and Wood), too.
“We can do our makeup in the parking lot / we can get so famous that we both get shot / but right now / I'm in the shower “ #songoftheday
Facebook v the media
Food for thought (via Fortune).
(And, hey tumblr, I’m still around — & far more prevalent on Twitter. More regular posts on tumblr are on the way.)