When Barbara Jean and Molly Dean decided to start playing together as Dusty Heart, fans of the Minnesota music scene were surprised and excited. Surprised, because, frankly, nobody saw this coming. Excited because we realized that the music coming from these two could be really good.
An unmitigated, self-absorbed mess of an album that is more interested in settling scores, Reputation contains few memorable songs and only serves to cement Swift’s brat-like reputation. A real disappointment from start to finish.
I wish every day was like a Katy Perry concert.
Silence can be of tremendous value.
His charm was pure southern. It was slow and easy going, backed up with a comfortable, believable friendliness. You always felt like Tom Petty was your buddy.
There was no artifice to be found. No false attempt to be cool. There was no obscuring of who he was. It was all right there in his work.
Katy Perry allows the world to Witness an attempted messy transition back to herself.
Defiant and Profane, Kesha doesn’t just bounce back on her third album, she goes for the throat.
He had a complex way of looking at, and constructing music. There was a true sound, and style, in his work that was unmistakable. It was subtle, it was nuanced. It could be found in every meticulously crafted millisecond of music recorded under the Steely Dan banner.
My son, Gavin Alexander Fergus Moir, is born promptly at 7:00 p.m., and I realize that I will remember this date forever. He is perfect, healthy, and LOUD. At 7:30, my wife looks up at me and says, “You can still make the show.”