Chris Carlson turned his expensive Communications degree into a rewarding career selling cars. In his downtime, he gets into unsold vehicles, turns the radio to an appropriate station, and sets the equalizer properly.
My favorite album of 2018 isn’t an album at all. And it feels like a farewell from an American classic. For 50 years, Iggy Pop has been a barrel of nitrous oxide hooked to a V12 engine, a kick drum...
When venerable rockers, chest-hair farmers, and Kabuki-makeup enthusiasts KISS recently announced their umpteenth farewell tour, the Internet went understandably alight with snarky indignation....
When Eminem unexpectedly dropped his new album, Kamikaze, on August 31, it made headlines around the world in a matter of hours -- and rightly so. Em’s one of the most important artists on the...
Robert Plant is a rare bird. A titanic figure in rock music, he could easily overstuff his war chest by playing each summer’s Way-Back-When concert circuit, flailing through half-hearted versions...
Okay, I’ll admit it: saying this is my favorite Christmas album is a total front-runner move. It’s like saying, “My favorite football team is the San Francisco 49ers: The Montana Years.” And...
I was two years old in 1973, the year Arnold Palmer won his last PGA Tour event. I was four in 1975, when Arnie captained the United States to a win in the Ryder Cup. By the time I became a...
Think of a rock band as a modern aircraft carrier. The bass and drums are the impenetrable superstructure, plowing steadily through the gnarliest seas while carrying the weight of the operation on...
Vinyl albums are in the midst of a renaissance, thanks in large part to a heady group of music-loving millennials that want an earthier and more soulful sound than what’s offered by antiseptic...
It requires many words to describe a man who once had no name. Prince was (was…what a terrible word) an amalgam of Great Others. He was Sly Stone. And James Brown. And George Clinton. And Lennon...
