Metal Monkey Girl: The Origin Story of Foo Fighters Love & My Daughter’s First Band

by Merry Mercurial At eleven, my daughter has spent the past several years listening mostly to pop while exuding a monkish tolerance for my classic rock. Don’t get me wrong: she’s always giggled at the Pink Floyd song with that timeless “do goody good bullshit” lyric. And smiled at how consistently radio censors seem to …

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

by Merry Mercurial 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 …

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

by Merry Mercurial 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. …