I don't really care that much for Bruce Springsteen's music when Bruce is singing it. He's one of those cases where I find him an interesting song writer but there's something about his voice or delivery that just doesn't appeal to me (my other heretical view on this subject is that it goes even more so for Bob Dylan). I have seen Springsteen live in concert, however, during the Born in the USA to
This is quite the appropriate song to start off the RSS series. In the last couple of years I've been able to listen again to some of that music from my childhood and hear it with fresh ears and even enjoy it, this being one of those prime cases. When I was growing up, the earliest two artists I can recall are Johnny Cash and Glen Campbell. This is because my brother and I had a portable tape cass
I bought this in 1986, having heard Bill Humphries sing the praises of Kate Bush for months. It was the Spring-Summer of my triumphant return to UT Austin (before the inevitable Second Fall from Grace that was to occur a couple of years later), and while I had listened to this album quite a bit during my commute back and forth to classes that Spring, it cemented its hold in my heart during Winedal
I recall once telling Mike Godwin that this was one of my favorite albums, to which his reply was, "But you can't dance to it." I'm not sure if he was being facetious at the time, referring of course to the traditional rating comment on American Bandstand, but it's a comment that's lived with me to this day. Of course you can't dance to Rush--it's progressive, "arty," rock, that's meant to be list
I recall once telling Mike Godwin that this was one of my favorite albums, to which his reply was, "But you can't dance to it." I'm not sure if he was being facetious at the time, referring of course to the traditional rating comment on American Bandstand, but it's a comment that's lived with me to this day. Of course you can't dance to Rush--it's progressive, "arty," rock, that's meant to be list
Bob Schneider has been a mainstay of the Austin music scene for over ten years now, and still remains fairly unknown outside of Texas. In fact, at a recent concert in Virginia, it seemed the audience was made up of more Texan expats than locals. Schneider's sound isn't Texan, though--at least not like Stevie Ray Vaughan, ZZ Top, or Lyle Lovett. He doesn't sing with a drawl, and he's as like to ...
I vividly recall buying this album (from a used CD shop in Pasadena) and bringing it back home, putting it into the player, and simply sitting back on the couch realizing that this was the type of music that spoke directly to me. After listening to it once, I had to leave the apartment for an appointment, but I left the CD in the player, the jewel case sitting out on top of it. Jill told me later
With some albums, to fully enjoy them takes some extra knowledge that you have to acquire outside of the tracks and liner notes themselves. For example, Eric Clapton's "Layla" is a beautiful song, but it becomes something more when you learn that Clapton wrote it as a love song to his best friend's wife. Similarly, Fleetwood Mac's album Rumours contains all sorts of hidden messages sent by the thr
I liked Eliza Carthy's latest album, Angels & Cigarettes, so much that I had to special order this one (I had actually hoped to get the two disk set of Red/Rice, but the CD Exchange wasn't able to grab both for some reason--some mess up in their database). Carthy fills that void that Kate Bush's ten-year absence from the CD release rolls had left, at least for me. Her voice doesn't have quite the