As dead tree media consolidate and contract and close here in the United States, newspapers are booming in the tiny Himalayan Kingdom of Bhutan.
I get it: times are tough and demand is high for irrelevant mindless content. I mean, what else would we talk about if we didn't have Kanye's idiocracy?
Songs by John Mayer: You're either (a) an overgrown frat-boy douche or (b) a horny teenage girl. Songs by Miley Cyrus: You're either (a) a preteen girl or (b) a middle-aged male sex offender.
Watching Tom DeLay disgrace himself and the United States Congress over the years, I distinctly remember thinking, "Sure, he's ethically challenged, but can he dance?"
Spanning seventeen years, a proper Annie Lennox retrospective of her solo material finally arrives -- a mix of grooves, ballads, and two new recordings.
We can't remember Washington ever being so cool. What follows are our most unforgettable moments from the inauguration festivities.
Featuring over twenty musicians from four continents who have never met, "Don't Worry" makes its auspicious debut today, on Martin Luther King Day, and is featured here.
Hezbollah has been able to keep its weapons and buy more following Lebanon's civil war. The "Party of God" is also known to maintain close and direct relations with Syria's leadership.
Pink whispers into the microphone, "Dear Sarah Palin, pease stop shooting things," before launching into her George W. Bush tribute song, "Dear Mr. President."
Last Tuesday marked the annual Robin Hood Foundation Gala. And I, by some mysterious twist of fate, got invited. If you're not familiar, Robin Hood is...
I'm impressed once again by the gusto and courtliness of the Colombian people, and their traditions. Mardi Gras celebrates decadence, and this was a much larger, more joyful celebration of local culture.