I've struggled with writing about the Maker Faire for about a month (I'm press- not a journalist). It's easy to gush about the wonders of tech's open pastures, or tougher to diametrically write existentially about future doomsday scenarios, which I admit is much easier for me.
To extract a linear history of the Vagabond Hearts is nearly impossible, as evidenced in the above documented conversation. Not that it matters. As far as they recall, their first performance occurred at the home of May Pang -- the jam sessions held at her soirees are legendary.
The new-wave acts of the early '80s represent everything that mainstream pop acts aren't so free to be today. Imagine One Direction hitting the stage dressed like Kajagoogoo. Would teenage girls still go wild? Would Taylor Swift have dated one of them?
Happily, L.A.'s locally grown music scene is as vibrant and diverse as ever with a slew of recent independent E.P.s and L.P.s so fresh and creative, they deserve your love and attention -- and airplay (KCRW and KCSN are you listening?).
Blatant Fitzgeraldian references abound, so it's no surprise (and only slightly coincidental) that The Jazz Age makes its debut as a gentle predecessor to director Baz Lurhman's highly-anticipated remake of The Great Gatsby, which opens the 2013 Cannes Film Festival in May.
"I've made a lot of records because that's what I do, and I've listened to a lot of records, and I have to tell you the truth--it wouldn't have mattered if The Beatles had recorded "A Hard Day's Night" on Silly Putty. It would have sounded good."
As I write this post, I'm sitting in The Wishing Chair. That's the name of a 10,000 Maniacs album from 1985, and also reflects my wish that the band be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It would be a much-deserved honor.
You can find out a lot about one's listening habits while out on the road. "Driving Jams," as Free Energy drummer Nick Schuminsky calls them, afford a look into both individual taste and a band's ethos.
As a cranky, sleep-deprived new parent in the throes of box sets by hipsters, I declared (on Twitter, no less) that there was absolutely no need for me to hear Kanye's latest magnum opus. Until I heard a track on YouTube.
With Layne Staley's death, Alice In Chains was all but done. But fourteen years later, here we are with something that sounds a lot like what the group would have had they returned to the studio a couple years later.