There’s nothing like the rush of music. Used to be you went to the show, shared the excitement with the throng in attendance, went home basking in the glow and…told a few friends over the next couple of days. Now you go, and if you’re not sending a message from your BlackBerry FROM the show, […]

 Why don’t they just make the concerts free! Okay, if I want to go to the show, I’ve got to get not only a Citibank card, but an Amex. And I’ve got to join the fan club too. So in this rolling wave of pre-sales, maybe I can get a seat. Which won’t be too […]

What kind of crazy fucked up world do we live in where a Presidential candidate is cooler and has more charisma than the owner of the #1 record? One in which music is a second class citizen, manipulated by Clintonesque figures mired in the past. To put Alicia Keys up with Frank Sinatra is to […]

When I was a little boy, I was infatuated with the British Invasion. "Meet The Beatles" wasn’t the first album I bought, but when "I Want To Hold Your Hand" hit the radio in January of ’64, my listening looked to the U.K., I needed to hear the Merseybeat, emanating from my leather-clad transistor. But […]