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.
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.
When the Black Cat opened 20 years ago, 14th Street did not have giant, fancy condos. Local up-and-comers Coup Sauvage + The Snips — who play the Black Cat’s anniversary show Saturday — know the old 14th Street. They sing the gospel of those who’ve watched D.C. change over the decades, as arts enclaves became […]