You've heard of it. You've wondered about it. You've seen films of the classic ones on laserdiscs, VHS tapes and new-fangled DVDs. If you're really lucky there's a reasonable chance you've even attended one of them.
So I walk into the studio, and suddenly I'm in the presence of a rock god. Joe Perry is sitting on a big black leather sofa, casually strumming a sweet Guild for a blazing new cover of "Man of Peace" -- one of Bob Dylan's babies Chimes of Freedom.
The Monterey International Pop Festival took place at such a guileless time that the promoters used the word "pop" in its title. Not long after this would have been unthinkable, after the lines were drawn between "pop" music and rock and roll.
The Goo Goo Doll's John Rzeznik's has some advice for up-and-coming acts: "Don't worry about getting famous because that means nothing. There are a lot of really useless people in this world that are famous."
It was April 1970 and I had camped out for two nights to get tickets for The Who's Final Performance of "Tommy" at the absurdly ostentatious and downright silly venue, The Metropolitan Opera House at Lincoln Center.
Seeing that horrifying video of BP's oil spill was a sickening experience. So here's some music for BP to put on their big hit video, or just to choke on as this disaster continues. And if you ever screamed "Drill, Baby, Drill," then this one's for you too.
This is the Age of the Artist. In a world where equipment, distribution, and Paypal are in the hands of everyone, only talent will matter. The days of the middleman are (almost) over. Viva la revolucion de music.
"There's no simple answer to who John Lennon was. Sure, he was a great leader and a peacenik; on the other hand, he was an incredibly violent, narcissistic guy. That was the other side of him, and people just don't want to hear that."