Listen Up: I Don't Know What I'm Talking About
I know it's possible for me to acquire this skill, but my ignorance is so wrapped up in my relationship with music that I'm not sure how I would function if I knew anything... read more
Found in: ColumnsListen Up: Arcade Fire, Lissie and the Scourge of Expectations
But maybe the strangest of all the feelings that music can provoke is the very distinct, often sad one of absolute and utter disappointment. read more
Found in: ColumnsListen Up: Run Rabbit Run
In the past month, I have run more, run longer and run further than I have in the past ten years combined... read more
Found in: ColumnsListen Up: Knocking The Suburbs
What whips the seven members of Arcade Fire into a lather these days? What are they building up to in those few would-be wonderful, fleeting outbursts of earnest, desperate musical passion? Not what they used to let loose on, not death or religion or rebuilding after the fall or fathers taking it as God's will to exploit his children or cars or space ships or anything else so ostentatious... read more
Found in: ColumnsListen Up: The Fixx, the Devil and the Dancing Babysitter
Much about the movie The House of the Devil seems utterly unlikely... read more
Found in: Music, ColumnsListen Up: Miley Cyrus' 115th Dream
This—not the marauding bear cubs or the fact that downtown Atlanta was located at the bottom of the hill from my boyfriend's parents' house in Tennessee, but the large numbers of adults at a Miley Cyrus concert—was the first sign that I might be dreaming... read more
Found in: Music, ColumnsListen Up: Is It Wicked Not To Care?
I am an editor and music columnist at a magazine that mostly covers music; I am supposed to know music, and have opinions about it. Yet the best I've been able to muster up for these artists new albums has been, like, “Eh.” read more
Found in: Music, ColumnsListen Up: Souls, Slots and Other Strange Transactions in Tunica
Thirty-five miles or so north of where U.S. Highway 49 hits Highway 61—the crossroads where bluesman Robert Johnson allegedly bartered his soul off to the devil—sits a cluster of casinos, just three among many splashed out on the eastern banks of the Mississippi River, where on Friday night I watched an innumerable amount of perhaps even stranger transactions taking place... read more
Found in: ColumnsListen Up: Scorn on the Fifth of July
It was just after dark on July 5, 1998 and I was not where I wanted to be... read more
Found in: Music, ColumnsListen Up: My Favorite Summer Song
Just thousands of palm-sized dude bugs calling out for ladyfriends, desperate and wheezing the moment it hits 80-something degrees whenever your temperate climate's global-warming addled summer begins... read more
Found in: Columns
