Subject: RE: Ah, those hazy, crazy days of the man called Bill in the White House…From: Tom Kipp Okay, so the other, later, shittier, magazine called Slant bequeaths unto us its "Albums of the Nineties" #61 through #100 today, precisely a decade too late, and I’m not sure there were ten really good albums in the lot. …
As I wrote to a friend after finishing my first spin on this: “What the world needs now is more warped master statements!” And to think I almost didn’t spin it once after reading the lyrics in the booklet. Never read before spinning. Even I forget that rule sometimes. Simply reading, you see, you might …
His name is Boo Boo Davis. He’s got the Boo Boo Blues. Damn lucky for him! He coulda been stuck with the furshlugginer Ethel Lipschitz Blues! Man, what a damnation. But he’s got the Boo Boo Blues. We call that order in the universe. And we’re furshlugginer thankful for it into the bargain. Not that …
“All Vocals: Russell Mael” reads a credit on the booklet back of the twenty-first album by Sparks; and I don’t think anybody, not even the folks applauding this record, appreciates what a breathtaking accomplishment that is. Russell (the cute one) used this one-man choir approach on the last two albums and 2006’s “Hello Young Lovers” …
On the Thursday evening after it happened I sat at Charlie’s on Broadway meeting some new people. I said I couldn’t remember the last time four famous people died in one day. Which where the other two, everyone asked. Why, Sky Saxon and Johnny Hart, I said. I found only one man who knew of …
Fish (no relation to Phish), late of Marillion (though he wishes everyone would quit talking about that), always held his various broken hearts so close that they burned from body heat. So when life threw him a genuine own goal—he courts the female singer of a female progressive band, they engage, they set the date, …