Neil Peart drinks Macallan 12 — with ice. There they are, my feelings for Rush exemplified by anecdotal evidence — the garish note, the lapse into poor taste, bless’em. Yet another example of my generation grabbing what’s left of music journalism jobs is the interviewing of Rush for a Rolling Stone cover story. I wanted… More ‘A compromise is what I can never accept.’
Why as a man of Cuban descent I avoid arroz: The average American woman weighs 166.2 pounds, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. As reddit recently pointed out, that’s almost exactly as much as the average American man weighed in the early 1960s. Men, you’re not looking too hot in this scenario… More Weighing in
Of course we knew Columbia House was a shuck. Mom shared terrible stories: how as a twelve-year-old girl she signed up for the 3421 free albums for a penny but didn’t know she’d keep getting the selection of the month. She wrote a tearful letter begging to be released from the contract. Twenty-five years later,… More The rise and fall of Columbia House
Considering that it exists as a place to mark dust on the tables in optometrists’ waiting rooms, Newsweek deserves a pat for publishing this account of how Timothy McVeigh has become the GOP’s unofficial poster boy: Legislators in dozens of states have submitted proposals to nullify or block federal laws—a longtime goal of militias. These… More Hayek, Rand, von Mises…McVeigh
Low-Life turns thirty! I didn’t buy a used vinyl copy until fall ’91. Familiar with the first Electronic album and “Blue Monday,” I wasn’t ready for “Love Vigilantes.” To praise it for offering a narrative meant little to a burgeoning fan who heard “Gangster” first. I loved the crunchy, trebly sound of it. The only… More What do I get out of this?
From Dorian Lynskey’s exemplary account of that grandest of hustles, the marketing of the compact disc, as proud a product of late twentieth century capitalism as the Reagan administration: As the decade wore on, there were tremors of unease. The industry was running out of albums to reissue, battling over price with supermarkets and big-box… More The terror of the CD burner
Mike Konczal could have written this piece in 2011 but being Cassandra is a drag: Centrists position themselves as anti-ideology, representing a responsible compromise between liberals and conservatives. The word conjures sobriety and restraint, caution and moderation—all of which sound compelling in uncertain economic times. We live in uncertain economic times. When competence and centrism… More Centrism: ‘anti-ideology’
Reacquainting myself with Celebrity Skin this afternoon sent me running back to a 1997 interview of Stevie Nicks by Courtney Love. This is the excerpt I remembered when playing “Reasons to Be Beautiful”: CL: One thing you’ve always done, I realized recently, is write about these muses, these other females, these goddesses. These parts of… More Miles and miles of perfect skin!
Fire Thomas Friedman, David Brooks, Kenneth Pollack, Charles Krauthammer, Peggy Noonan, Judith Miller. Keep them away from the donuts in the green room. Anyone who supported the Iraq War in 2002-2003 should not be taken seriously (Krauthammer should be doubly ashamed: he called the election for Romney too). There’s more: “What was driving a lot… More About press regret and Iraq War
“History shows that the divide between gays who reject any cultural embroidery on their sexual orientation and those who spend evenings hand-stitching it has been around since homosexuality, as a human category, was invented,” J. Bryan Lowder writes in the middle of “What Was Gay?,” a Slate article analyzing the subtleties of homosexual men identifying… More To prepare a face for the faces we will meet
Isaac Chotiner interviews Seymour Hersh about his story debunking the Obama White House’s claims regarding the death of Osama bin Laden. It does not go well: Chotiner: Well let’s talk about sources. A lot of the reporting that got us into the last stupid war was based on bad and often anonymous sources. Is there… More ‘I warned you, that I am really irritable’
Well reported and moving, this Rolling Stone story and headline could nevertheless have been published in 1974 or 1961. Alternate title: “Inside Country music’s Conflicted Relationship with Booze.” But the core of the article struck me: In presenting himself as a guy with a past, a wayward Southern Baptist and recovered addict who’s skated close… More That’s a hell of an amen