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.
People are strange. That's the best explanation I can come up with for why it's suddenly so important for outgoing Florida Governor Charlie Crist to see Jim Morrison receive a posthumous pardon for indecent exposure and open profanity.
Once upon a time, a brash young rock band from England descended on Chicago's northwest suburbs, smashing guitars and making a loud and rebellious racket. Forty years later, fans vividly remember when the Who came to town.
These days, progressive radio isn't easy to find. It's been marginalized by the corporatization of commercial radio -- Clear Channel owns over 1200 cookie-cutter stations -- and the commodification of rock rebellion.