Music for Dancing on Your Grave

I freely admit that the position of my muse has a fairly hot and heavy turnover rate; so while my current raison de l’art may be Dwight Yoakam—specifically singing “Wild Ride” and “Fast as You,” more specifically rockatwanging terms like slim, side to side, along with my pride, sumpum, you’ll learn, shakes me . . …

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Mr. Byrne Will Destroy You Now: Talking Heads and Other Craveable Crisis Music

The story of the first song I didn't just want to hear but craved -- with a growling NOW and it didn’t matter who was there to find my taste raw and klutzy -- began on a rare non-miserably-hot North Carolina night. Boyfriend's car. Target parking lot. I wanted to hear “Something in the Air Tonight.” Who cared …

Out With the Lightning, in With the Sea: Rock and Roll and Mascots From Nature

Metallica rides it; AC/DC's partial to its throaty echo. It formed the storm that damn near killed Stillwater. Its name is Lightning, Angry Scribble of the Skies, and it's probably the manifestation of nature most closely associated with rock music--and probably because, the mythos goes, it is just so sexy dangerous. In light of that, …

Music on Miller: Five Finger Death Punch, Kings of Leon, Sonny and Cher

I am going to live forever. Immortality's going to become possible as soon as everybody stops staring at Aubrey de Grey's majestic beard and starts listening to him, and I'm there brother, with bells and Botox on. Point being that eventually, as part of a broader death-outwitting protocol, I may have to stop drinking even …

Catchy Without the Catch: Album Review (sorta) of Kota by Taylor Hawkins

Here's where, if I were trying to be objective, I’d disclaim the ways in which I love Taylor Hawkins. Which aren’t heroically complex. Drums for Foo Fighters. Before that, drummed for Alanis Morrisette. Before that, tranquility and ecstasy fell in lust and spawned, and yall that lovechild was he; it was Taylor. Whose smile whistles …