Power Balance Pavilion is the home of the NBA’s Sacramento Kings, at least for now. The team’s owners have been trying hard to hold the city hostage for a new arena, a […]
The Black Keys with Arctic Monkeys, Power Balance Pavilion 5/05/2012
Beastie Boy Adam “MCA” Yauch: 1964-2012
Son of a bitch, I wasn’t ready for this one. Adam Yauch has been battling cancer for several years, but the party line has always sounded so positive. We should’ve known when he didn’t […]
From The Stacks: The Harmonicats Dolls Dolls Dolls
I know what you’ve been wondering: Why can’t my love of creepy dolls and harmonicas be satisfied in one hi-fidelity package? It can. Oh, it can.
On My Turntable: Noctourniquet
The Mars Volta remains the most interesting major label act, an informal title they’ve held since their debut album in 2003. Nothing about their work is simple even when it is, nor […]
76. Return Of The Son Of Cutout Bin
I have a dish of songs next to me that have coagulated into that one giant chunk of striped hard candy that grandmothers try to palm off onto unsuspecting kids. None of these […]
From The Stacks: The Big Beat: A Rock Blast
There were two establishments in Upstate South Carolina in the Seventies and Eighties that were the go-to insults. “Your mama is on Bull Street” meant “your mother is in the loony bin.” […]
From The Stacks: Earl Meyers Sings Praises
. Oh, the classic double exposure, a favorite of small town photography studios for years. Sure, the library backdrop makes the subject appear intellectual, the split rail fence or wagon wheel brings out the subject’s […]
Deep Cuts: Bicycle Songs
I love bicycles, absolutely love them. I love riding them, looking at them, working on them, rescuing them, restoring them. There is no more democratic form of mechanical conveyance than the bicycle, […]
Susan Sarandon, Are You Listening?
“Where is the lust?” a new reader asked recently after noticing my “Liquor, Lust, and Primer Gray Camaros Set To Music” subtitle. Just a couple of weeks ago I received feedback that my sexual content […]
75. I Don’t Believe In Peter Pan, Frankenstein Or Superman
“Hey, can I help you find anything?” He looked like a bad photo collage, this little scrawny dude with disproportionately huge legs. “No, we’re just looking around.” Sherri held my hand tightly. She […]
