I was picking up some groceries on my way home when Katie called me and said, “Your son loves The Cure.”
I made some trades and sold some stuff at a resale shop and managed to nab these beauties...
If you could only pick one of the following, which would it be. No, you cannot suggest your own alternative. These are the only current options and even they could be subject to change based on availability. And, no, you will not be given any extra context.
In honor of the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 landing on the moon, a musician I met on Reddit created a mixtape using actual cassette recordings from the mission itself.
Remember last month’s post about my heartbeat cassette? Well, I found another pretty unique cassette recently.
While I probably should’ve written about it yesterday when it actually happened, I decided to wait a day until I hit a Tu(n)esday up in here to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the cassette Walkman!
I do believe tonight marks the final night in what, if Instagram and Facebook posts are to be believed, feels like a month-long residency at Soldier Field here in Chicago. Actually, I think it was only three or four nights, but, damn, I'm getting tired of all the posts.
I had a whole Tu(n)esday post set to go tonight. Then, as I wrote it, I decided I hated it. And summarily deleted it.
Flying solo tonight. Nathan is at an overnight cousins birthday party for one of our nieces and all three of the kids wanted their moms along.
As noted by Eve on GeeksofDoom.com, yesterday marked the 25th anniversary of the release of the film The Crow. If you haven't seen it, the film is about a musician named Eric Draven (Brandon Lee) who, one year after he and his fiancee are killed by a gang of criminal scum on Devil's Night, is resurrected by a crow to exact vengeance on those who wronged him. It is dark. It is gritty. It is brutal. It is emotional. It is gorgeous.
Remember how gung-ho I was about Record Store Day last year? Mostly because they had two exclusive cassette re-issues? Yeah, not so much this year.
It’s that time of year again. That time when you all tune out while I debate the merits of Friday vs Saturday vs Sunday at... the Pitchfork Music Festival!
Occasionally, I get the odd look from people wondering why I’ve gotten back into cassettes in the age of streaming. Most of the time, I’m snarky and just reply “because” or “why not.”
As I’ve been to record stores like Kiss the Sky and Purple Dog Records and book/record stores like 2nd & Charles (closing in a couple weeks) and Half Price Books enough to know their cassette inventories pretty well, I’m cobbling together a list of other local must-see places I’ve never seen to visit in the very near future.
Another band that has been a part of my lifelong playlist is INXS. The six-piece team from Australia has been rocking my life since 1987 and, even in spite of frontman Michael Hutchence's suicide in 1997, I still listen to them on fairly regular rotation.
A few weeks ago, I lamented an underwhelming “anthology” of songs released by Prince between 1995 and 2010. Specifically, I was upset the entirety of Prince’s 2004 album Musicology was not there.
Yesterday was an odd little anniversary of sorts for me... I have officially been using Last.fm to track my music listening for a decade!
One of my favorites, Aphex Twin (AKA Richard D. James) released a new track and a pretty wicked viral advertising campaign around the Aphex Twin-loving world. Ev-er-y-where!
I'm still in shock that George Michael is no longer with us (yes, I know it was almost two years ago now). Prince and David Bowie and Tom Petty were bad enough. But George Michael, too? It's just crazy the amount of talent we've lost in the last few years. Alas, he is gone and we have to content ourselves with the material he produced during his far-too-short career. But it's magnificent material, isn't it?
Cinderella and I go way back. And I don't mean the Disney or Grimm princess, either. I mean the glam metal band. They're actually one of the first glam bands I really began to jive with after my self discovery of music kicked into full gear in middle school.
While I already knew what day I wanted to go to the Pitchfork Music Festival this summer, I had yet to actually buy my ticket.
Many would argue that the best use of soundtrack music comes from the films of Quentin Tarantino.
Last Thursday, May 3, marked the 30th anniversary of one of my all-time favorite albums ever made… Living Colour’s debut Vivid.
I’m not a big fan of reading music reviews. Often times, I feel like a reviewer doesn’t give enough of a listen to an album before passing judgment. On the flip side of the coin, the industry suffers from rampant fanboyism so how objective can they truly be?
I gotta admit that when I decided to get back into collecting audio cassettes, it would be easier than it has been to amass my collection.
The final lineups for the Pitchfork Music Festival have been announced and my mind has been made up, even more so than it was before.
Guess what’s happening on Saturday, April 21 that has me completely stoked?
After taking last year off, I’m making a triumphant return visit to the Pitchfork Music Festival this July.
As I’m hoping you’ve noticed by now, I am a fairly big fan of music. I do a vast majority of my listening via streaming media these days. Although, in my past, I was a concert-hopping junkie.
When I first started high school, I started taking guitar lessons. I was never very good at it, but I enjoyed it overall. I continued for just about a decade until grad school and then sold off all my gear. I just wasn't playing regularly, if at all, and my stuff was collecting dust.
As I recall, last year, I received an email of listening stats from both Spotify and Last.fm. As neither have arrived yet and we’re almost done with January, I sought out my own stats via the Last.fm website.
30 years ago today.
Damn, I’m old.
I love doing my Kevin’s 7 lists.
I hate doing my Kevin’s 7 lists.
I love... I hate...
When Warrant, the Hollywood glam metal band came crashing on the scene in 1989 with their debut album Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinkin’ Rich, I was immediately hooked. The red hot guitars of Erik Turner and Joey Allen were complemented nicely in the backend by bassist Jerry Dixon and drummer Steven Sweet.