“Never meet your heroes” is a useful mantra. It keeps illusions intact and prevents precious chunks of your record collection from being rendered...
One freezing November afternoon in 2007, I was getting ready for a show in Williamsville, New York with a band I was in at the time when I learned...
In my late 20s, I started noticing that I didn’t listen to music in the way I used to. Specifically, nothing about music felt satisfying to me...
The best thing about the South by Southwest festival and conference is the life-size animatronic LBJ that you can find at the Lyndon B. Johnson...
I'm in the car with Baby A driving to Mexico, bored and hot, blasting Dirty Tricks. We were playing the regular road trip games musicians move onto...
We've just finished mixing our first soundtrack, for a documentary called Beyond Clueless, directed by Charlie Lyne. It's a rather unusual..
On February 7, 1964, the Beatles' plane arrived at the newly named John F. Kennedy International Airport, the beginning of a six-year run that...
I know, I know: I am going to love The Wire, some day, when I open my heart and let go of my pride. I’ve sorta-kinda-maybe tried to like it.
My first musical memory dates from when I was two or three, lying on the couch in my parent's living room and listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.
For every Bob Dylan, there are a 1,000 Llewyn Davises — hopeful young men whose voices crack in all the right places, but reach in all the wrong...
