Not too long ago I was asking a friend, is the 1998 Earth, Wind & Fire compilation among the greatest albums? Up there with In a Silent Way, OK Computer, or whatever else is in your canon? I meant them as statements, of course, and, yes, greatest hits are albums. From the early seventies to… More Maurice White — RIP
A soft country hit with traces of New Wave in its syncopation and hooks, “When She Cries” actually crossed over in late 1992. I’d forgotten it until I heard it at — guess — CVS. It’s pretty, compensating for crap lyrics. Happy Sunday.
As boomers aged, their interest in chart pop receded. After a long period during which their tastes and MTV-addicted youth colluded to turn Steve Winwood, Eric Clapton, and Phil Collins into ubiquitous radio presences, their taste shifted backwards. Natalie Cole was the right age when she recorded Unforgettable…With Love in 1991. Like her audience, sops… More Natalie Cole — RIP
One of my favorite opening lines. I love that clattering rhythm track too. Happy Sunday.
I like Tom Petty. If like me, however, you discovered Petty after 1987, how he sounds on those early singles takes…getting used to. Rob Sheffield voted him second worst singer ever, and I understand (re “Breakdown”: “Tom snuggles up to a très seductive French accent for what still holds up as his career performance in… More Here comes my POLL: Tom Petty
Where Wildheart will place in my best of 2015 remains unknown, but when I listen to performances like this I understand why I have to fight every impulse to shill for Miguel. A man with a voice so impregnable and capable of joy without strain demands worship no matter how gnarled the arrangements.
When I heard Stone Temple Pilots at the above event, I thought, Great – we need more stentorian grunge wannabes. Subsequent singles were tougher and trickier, though, and as they became the biggest grunge crossover into AOR they were inescapable. They recorded Tiny Music…Songs From the Vatican in 1996, to my ears their most interesting album.… More Scott Weiland – RIP
Put compact disks on the list with the great auk and terrapin duck: The discount retailer sold 1 million copies of her new album, 25 in the first 10 days of the blockbuster’s release, a company spokeswoman told Fortune. That is a record for Target. Adele’s third CD sold 3.38 million copies in the U.S.… More The long obituary for the CD, pt. 325
Remembering a time when Springsteen wasn’t hip is like imagining a time when it was illegal to serve alcohol. The period from 1992 to the release of the ’95 greatest hits compilation found The Boss experimenting with The Earring, The Goatee, and The Flowered Shirts and, depressingly, The Untucked Dress Shirt. To buy Tunnel of… More Lost in the darkness of my love: Tunnel of Love
Not much chatter about Eurythmics these days — a pity, for at their prime they were among the more consistent singles artists of their decade. Annie Lennox’s infatuation with her vocal prowess and David Stewart’s guitar noodling and light bag of psychedelic tricks made them insufferable, I’ll admit; for a while he was the aging… More ‘The language of love slips from my lover’s tongue’ — Eurythmics
Carl Wilson reviewing Elvis Costello’s memoir: While it’s true the “angry” Costello was a caricature, it was one in which he was complicit. (Showbiz, again.) More so, many of his songs are argumentative, which is one of their virtues—unlike a lot of more impressionistic musicians, he has a restless and tenacious mind that likes to… More Obsessions into careers — Elvis Costello
Fans will post Roxy Music material. I’m going to post an obscurity, smothered to death on 1994’s Mamouna but on a piano and strings arrangement recorded live five years later its lungs get filled with new oxygen. “You make me nervous/You telephone” is the most Ferryesque lyric of his late career. Have a few hours… More ‘I wanna be alone’