When an album drop is reported on CNN the next morning, there isn’t a whole hell of a lot of mystery anymore.
Re-published to commemorate the anniversary of Chris Cornell’s death
Prince’s legacy is not being handled very well at all by his heirs.
HOW YOU GONNA DO SOME KIND OF MUSIC RELATED THING ON THE INTERNET WITHOUT THINKING OF YA BOY?
LIKE, MY DUDES, HOW YOU GONNA GET INTO SOMETHING ABOUT MUSIC AND NOSTALIGIA AND EMOTIONAL CONNECTIONS WITHOUT THINKING, OH, HEY MAYBE KEVIN WANTS TO GET IN ON THIS?
Hopefully everyone will know what I’m talking about with this because it’s kind of a weird experience when it happens. It’s completely by chance, and kind of a “take what you want from it” sort of thing. I choose to take a mental note of these moments, mostly because if it’s a fairly decent song and a memorable time then it should be remembered regardless of the situation.
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.