Things change. Music helps us accept this. David Bowie suggests we “turn and face the strain” (or “strange” — your call). Axl Rose is that too-blunt friend: “Nothin’ lasts forever.”
Carrie Brownstein, why do you keep breaking up with me? So what if I take my love of bands too seriously, like I do with people? They’re what's molded me.
I didn’t get much out of Lady Gaga’s most recent record, “ARTPOP.” But then she got the Muppets on board.
From beginning to end, The Hirshhorn’s exhibit “Damage Control: Art and Destruction Since 1950” vibrates with the tension between the absurdities and the realities of destruction. Hope you brought a friend, or some Xanax.
Did Kanye resurrect the set designers from Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” tour? I don’t know. But it’s clear to me now that I needed to see “Yeezus: The Musical.”
You have relationships with certain songs, albums, artists. Maybe it’s a record that got you through a bad time. Maybe it’s something you played at your wedding. Those songs belong to you, you think.
“When your heart is dancing/ Your mind is bouncing,” Yoko Ono singsongs on her new track’s opening. A silver ball bounces on a white plate. “Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce!” Ono gently demands, like a tiny, mystical Big Freedia.
Is Lil’ Kim a Halloween costume now? Like Cher, an indisputable but distant legend?
There were eras Lou Reed defined and eras he never meshed with. He leaves behind a wonderfully contentious catalog for us to keep tussling with.
On Katy "Prism,” most of the songs are about picking herself back up, loving herself and believing in herself.