Anticipating the 10-year anniversary of qawwali vocal legend Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan's death on Aug. 16, San Francisco label Six Degrees recently released the Pakistani giant's latest dub-laced collaboration, with London producer-composer Gaudi, Dub Qawwali. Read more »
In honor of the late Lee Hazlewood, here is Edward E. Crouse's unfiltered conversation with the great singer-songwriter, from the Guardian in 1998:
Love Lee A duet over the phone with Mr. Hazlewood.
By Edward E. Crouse
LEE HAZLEWOOD writes, produces, and sings ambrosial pop songs. Ambrosial in both senses: the Greek (what the gods ingest) and the American (that picnic mystery made of canned fruits in heavy syrup and whipped cream). Read more »
Blessed be to the advances in technology that allow alert concertgoers to capture performers at their most uncouth.
Most recently, Faith Hill upbraided a front-row fan for gettin' too gropy with hubby and tourmate Tim McGraw's private parts (TMZ has the video here). And of course there's the now-famous Beyonce tumble (TMZ has it here).
Who needs concert videos when the between-songs shit is so juicy? Read more »
My top three performer-audience mano-y-mano, mi-show-tu-show moments at the Grinderman performance at Slim's on July 27:
3) A toss-up between the umpteenth time this dude in front of me yelled, "STAGGER LEE!" causing his long-suffering female companion to gently pat him on the shoulder and say, "Yeah. OK. We all know now," and the moment Nick Cave inadvertently insulted another rabid fan bellowing for old Bad Seeds songs by calling him short and bald. Read more »
The palpable current of body heat and the nervous tension of thudding beats caused some of those packed in front of the stage to lose inhibition and go into freak-out mode, while others busted a move with their glow sticks, or simply resorted to ecstatic screaming. Read more »
Is there a Grizzly Bear rooting round my trash or an Animal Collective doing my fricking dishes? Nah, it's just the sound of Au (pronounced, all you phonetics phans, as "ay you"), the Portland-bound solo project of Luke Wyland. Me likes their newly released self-titled disc, a gentle melange of bells, strums, and psych-folk meander.
OK, we give - Kanye is still king, especially after we peered at the inspired new, YouTube-y video for his single "Can't Tell Me Nothing," which was posted this week on his site. Call it "Menace II Future Farmers of America"? Read more »
Two nights ago, a dear friend and I walked around campus. Our states were altered, and we talked to things that don’t usually talk back to people. Very good listeners, those things. Needless to say it was a sissy-sentimental sort of evening, so when we walked past our campus’s beloved campanile at 11:57 p.m., what else to do but sit down and wait for the bells to bong? Read more »