Jack White and I both own a copy of this record. One of us paid ten bucks, the other paid $300,000.
Nashville is a great town, even if my introduction to it was a little cruddy.
Oh, April. This is a great playlist. Any list that opens with Thunderbitch is bound to be solid, but that Los Colognes cut kills. Seriously, I don’t know where the bereted wonder […]
When is a concert not a concert? When I’m attending it from my treadmill.
The great April is back from her monthly global hunt for the finest, vine-ripened music she can find. This month found her kidnapped by a group of keytar-obsessed Pygmies, and as a […]
New York looms large in the American imagination, especially for creative types. That’s where it all happens: The Chelsea Hotel, The Cafe Wha?, SoHo, Greenwich Village. Brooklyn kids. Warriors, come out to […]