Thirty years ago this August, The Pixies released their third album, Bossanova. That year, I sat down with Black Francis over rice and beans at a Cuban restaurant in Manhattan.
It’s been said that falling in love with John Lennon was the worst career move that Yoko Ono could have made.
Sitting at a table in the lobby of Manchester’s famed Midland Hotel, Morrissey is sipping herbal tea and feeling just miserable. That’s nothing new, of course.
Tweet “Ah, baby, you’re so vicious…” Reading on Facebook today that Lou Reed had died, I had one of those visceral reactions. I literally felt […]
TweetThose words come from the late Phil Walden, one-time manager of the southern soul singer Otis Redding and southern blues-rock band The Allman Brothers. It […]
TweetI once saw misogyny under every rock. I was in my early thirties and Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore had offhandedly described a new movement of […]
Tweet“Is there a problem, officer?” “Damn straight, it’s called race.” — Mos Def, “Mr. Nigga” I can’t shake my despair over the Trayvon Martin verdict. […]
TweetOver the past three days, I’ve been asked numerous times how I feel, as a former Rolling Stone editor, about the magazine’s latest cover featuring Boston […]