Photo by Deborah Feingold Hi friends! In case you missed it, I was thrilled to write about one of my all time fave records for my first New Yorker piece. Check it out if this seems like your cup of watery domestic: Likely because Westerberg...
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Sometimes, when I can't face my deadlines, I have this conversation with myself: "Hey Beth, that review/feature/cultural meditation isn’t going to write itself. Every minute that ticks by is one.
Barney Bubbles' Imperial Bedroom cover art as interpreted by Hamell on Trial (and featured in the Paranoid Style's hit video "Barney Bubbles." Well, we haven't done one of these for.
Ari Surdoval’s debut novel is a teenage fever dream of stunted ambition and enduring hope. Following the escapades of a group of adolescents in New England raised under the storm clouds of addiction and cyclical poverty, Double Nickels borrows both its title and themes from...
I was hoping to avoid this, but I guess in my heart I knew it would probably have to happen. And anyway, it was the least I could do for.
In case you missed it, I wrote about the rad new reissue of the Replacements' Pleased To Meet Me over at Pitchfork, a punk record infused with producer Jim Dickinson's.
Over at The Ringer I wrote about the fortieth anniversary of Elvis Costello's Get Happy!!, a remarkable record released in the aftermath of a humiliating controversy that nearly cratered his career, but may ultimately may have saved have saved his life. Check it out if...
Over at The Ringer, I wrote about the 35th anniversary of The Talking Heads' amazing concert film Stop Making Sense and the ways in which David Byrne and Jonathan Demme's.
Over at The Ringer my buddy Adam Nayman and I got deep into the weeds and chose our twelve favorite tracks from the new sixty song Replacements' box set Dead.
“turning little liars into heroes, it’s what they’ve always done:” The Mekons Rock ‘n’ Roll turns 30
Over at The Ringer, I wrote about the 30th anniversary of The Mekons Rock 'N' Roll, a record which utterly blew my mind the first time I heard it many years ago and only seems to become impossibly more trenchant with each passing hour. Check...
Over at the Oxford American, I wrote about Warren Zevon's 1982 MTV concert film, the strange tug of his magnetic songwriting and the casualties of his checkered life. Best of.
Hellos and goodbyes! Over at Oxford American, I ponder The Who's 1982 Farewell Concert and debut the title track from my band, the Paranoid Style's new LP A Goddamn Impossible.