This iPod Shuffle has eight legs, and it's called Whole Wheat Bread.
It is the year of open-mindedness. We have a black president, and there's a good chance we'll have our first Hispanic Supreme Court judge. States are falling to gay marriage faster than the value of the American dollar. And the number one selling genre of music in our modern times is country.
While the CD bows out to digital music in terms of convenience, vinyl records are making a comeback nationwide with listeners who want more than a sound file.
You might know him as the frontman for The Starting Line, but Gainesville is about to get a new picture of Kenneth Vasoli.
Gainesville is the cradle of startup bands. As new bands pop up left and right, there inevitably comes a point, at which they must drift on. After the diplomas have been handed, the career pressures start to pile on, bands are left with three choices: stay put, break up or leave the nest.
If you do anything this summer, go to a music festival. The summer's music festivals are kicking off soon, and they are competing to have the biggest little bands, host the greenest event and to all in all be the one festival that will be worth your time and money. Who will win this winner-take-all fight? No one knows yet, but these shows are sure to be the most blogged and bragged about events of the summer.
With his eyes closed and guitar pick cradled loosely between his index finger and thumb, Tony Centurione stands on a white-lit stage, covering a song by the band he sports on his T-shirt.
Most would call a mass of people swaying to music in a tiny building with a broken air-conditioning system on a day where the heat index put the temperature at over 100 a circle of hell.
The eighth annual Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival wrapped up Sunday evening after hosting more than 120 acts varying from the hard rocking Nine Inch Nails to the old-school jams of Bruce Springsteen and Phish.
Stars are out of 5
In a music scene littered with bands that sound and dress alike, Philadelphia experimental rockers mewithoutYou have made a name for themselves, straying from the norms of today's doomed "emo" culture.
Downtown Gainesville will be swingin' to the sounds of live jazz Friday night.
Here's something to sing about: Your classes are winding down, the air is getting warmer and, to top it off, all of your favorite musical artists are coming to a town near you this summer. If you can break away from the beach (or your summer job, you overachiever), you won't want to miss these gigs.
Mosh pits and skanking aren't usually associated with helping the needy.
"Who's Tebow?" asked Michael Murray, lead guitarist of the band The Banner Year.
Noisy, surging guitars; octopus-arm polyrhythms; Bono hollering on like a hopped-up Pentecostal preacher; spectacularly transparent declarations of purpose whooped in flailing whoa-oh frenzy. These are the first sounds of "No Line On the Horizon," U2's new album, and they combine to say what, with this band, goes without saying: This is a statement.
What do you get when you mix Fugazi with The Beach Boys?
Emil Svanängen is moving on up, literally. Having recorded his first album on a laptop microphone and CD-Rs in his mother's cellar, the Swedish popsmith now makes a big enough name for himself to afford real studio equipment, a high-end computer, and presumably, his own home. In keeping with the little-guy theme, "Dear John" comes off like techno-fied Belle and Sebastian - Svanängen sings in breathless, hushed tones, as if trying to carry on a conversation in a library after running a marathon. Most of these songs flirt with electronic chamber pop, veering at alternate forks into "Phantom of the Opera"-esque theatrics ("Harm") and somber, Postal Service dance tunes ("Summers," which would fit snuggly on "Give Up"). If there's a turnoff, it's that a lot of these tracks are too prettily twee for their own good, like a good-looking guy who never makes the first move. And winds up living in his parents' basement.
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