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.”
He was equally comfortable with a banjo or bagpipe—whatever served the song. His songs and sound may have been rooted in country, but his Top 40 appearances were frequent and memorable. He was a musician first and last.
I hate stepping out of my comfort zone, even if it is only for a few hours in the evening, to go see a performer I allegedly like, in person.
“This really is about continuing my songwriting and what we always did – Hugo and I, and Bruce and Michael and Beej too. But if those guys can’t be with us they can’t be with us. It’s the same legacy to me.”
As long as you’re here, and as long as we’re here, and as long as it’s actually 2017, the time is perfect
I long to hear our community select a song that will represent the Summer of 2017. I want to believe in the sense of unity from the people that will rise up and do what leaders of political parties cannot. I want music to tie us as a people back together.