There are two types of criticism I find particularly irritating. On the one hand -- this was particularly prevalent in Seattle alt-weeklies when I was a grad student -- you have criticism that isn't really about the music/movie purportedly being discussed but about what the...
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I had been waiting for the Voice's annual Pazz&Jop poll to come out so I could complain about the fact that in a year when I'm having trouble winnowing down.
Will Layman offers a lovely remembrance of the late, great Paul Motian, whose passing we have talked about here a couple of times. A couple of months ago, I found.
Without further comment, the great Carl Wilson on Pitchfork's Album of the Year (and Richard Bruckner): Which brings me round, if only because you asked, to Bon Iver. I see the appeal of Justin Vernon’s traffic-stopping falsetto and deft arrangements, but I can’t handle the...
Hopefully everybody in the LGM community had/is having a good holiday. Since I have only thanked him in comments, I owe all-star commenter Howard front-page thanks for sending me a.
As the pundit and blogging worlds mourn the loss of a blowhard amoral drunk and reaffirms how much the media loves to talk about itself, the world should really be.
The jazz world and the drumming world weeps tonight.
The great James McMurtry offers his song "We Can't Make It Here" as a free download in support of the Occupy movement. Says McMurtry: We quit playing "We Can't Make.
Band whose last good album was released during the Clinton administration breaks up. I can't resist the snark, in part because of the inevitable attempts of people to delude themselves.
A couple additional points to my post of Sunday. 1. My original thoughts on the decline of modern songwriting and its rootlessness in regards to place came after reading this old blog post by the singer Tom Russell. Russell is a very cranky man who...
I guess my earlier arguments about the lack of an AL East pennant race because of the wild card are now inoperative. I would strongly advise the Red Sox not.
As articles pour in marking the 20th anniversary of Nirvana's Nevermind, many focus on the Seattle scene of the early 1990s with its flannel and dark lyrics. Of course, Seattle's.