My friend Kate’s favorite act is X. Although Kate is partial to Joni Mitchell, it’s the harder stuff that gets to her, that has her shaking her booty, that has her losing control. On the surface her life looks serene. She lives in Pacific Palisades, she’s got a seventeen year old daughter and she owns […]

1 At the end of the event Larry Solters introduced me to three chubby women in the neighborhood of forty.  They were not dressed in finery, they were not beneficiaries of Georgette Klinger pampering.  Rather these females were the proprietors of eaglesfans.com. Based on Austin, they’d come to L.A. just for this show. I didn’t […]

They’d better not play a fucking medley. Last year, I don’t think I even fast-forwarded through the Grammy telecast.  Why?  Just a bunch of self-congratulatory poseurs involved in a circle jerk, trying to make themselves feel good, trying to raise the revenues of a dying industry. But this year I’m gonna watch the show.  To […]

1 Concertgoing has become bourgeois. (Thank you Madonna!) You dress up nice. Park in some structure, or on some line-painted macadam. You enter a venue with carpeting. You eat overpriced imitation gourmet food. You applaud politely. At the end of the evening, you feel you’ve been entertained. Not really so different from your parents going […]