Guitar weapon of choice on Massacre's 'Underground'
By ROBERT HILSON | Apr. 16, 2008Anton Newcombe isn't your run-of-the-mill cult figure.
Anton Newcombe isn't your run-of-the-mill cult figure.
For some, summer means no school, endless hours of basking in the sun, and milking your parents for money before you go back to "adult duties" in the fall. For me, though, it means paying absurdly high prices on Ticketmaster to see some of pop music's biggest acts perform extravagant sets in not-ideal-for-live-music venues, like NBA arenas. To help you decide what to check out this summer, here are few of my picks.
Many of actor Evan Handler's fans know him best as Harry Goldenblatt from "Sex and the City": the balding husband to WASP-turned-yenta Charlotte York.
Like every semester over the last couple of years, I have many friends graduating this term.
Matt Pond called me in a whisper aboard his tour bus Saturday afternoon.
Blame it on the blogs. Blame it on the fickle keyboard elitists who promised us that Tapes 'n Tapes was the second coming of Pavement, the perfectly refined seed of Frank Black and Kim Deal, the revolution that would reclaim the Minneapolis post-punk high ground long abandoned by the Replacements.
This summer's fashion is all about mixing it up. It's about making a splash with bold colors and prints, as well as experimenting with ethnic-inspired pieces.
I'm tired.
Ani Previc, 21, stands 4 feet 10 inches tall, but has not let her size or age stop her from seeing her goals to fruition.
You have probably never heard of Estelle, but you will shortly.
One of the luxuries of writing this column for some time is that I can go back and read my earlier columns and shake my head in shame.
I woke up last week in a feverish sweat that had nothing to do with a possible flu.
Rushed to release several weeks early due to bootlegging, Gnarls Barkley's "The Odd Couple" is anything but rushed.
This Friday marks the culmination of quite a journey for a little screenplay that could when "Leatherheads" hits the big screen.
Admit it, ladies.
Nightmare of You is not a hardcore band (however misleading their name may be), it is not a pop-punk band and the members are not fighting against their roots.
After the Raconteurs got burned a few years back for proclaiming to NME that "Broken Boy Soldiers" would be their answer to Nirvana's "Nevermind," they apparently decided to dial down the hype machine.
The mission seemed simple enough: In an age of torrent files and Hype Machine, I set out to see if there was any music left uncorrupted by the ongoing wars between corporate America and 20-something hipsters downloading off or blogs or the "OC" soundtrack series.
Sitting in the veritable '60s opium den that is the Avenue office, we hazily looked around the room.
First, the rationalization.