Red met White in a Keith Haring painting in 1982, and saw each other again that same year in one of the light cycles from the movie, Tron. Red was like, call me, and White was all like, I don't call, I return.
When Spanish painter and photographer Martin Frias asks me who my favorite rock band is, I say, "The Beatles." I can tell by the mischievous glint in his eye that this answer is far from correct. "That's not rock 'n' roll," he laughs, rolling his "r's" in a thick Catalan accent. "That's pop music."
I noticed him leaning up against the door jamb as I entered the kitchen. He was tall, wore a white t-shirt and Levis and had his left ear pierced. He told me it was his 29th birthday. After a guessing game of how old I was, I revealed that I was 13.
The rock star status of today's scientific celebrities encourages aspiring scientists to focus on the retail possibilities that can result in fast fame and wealth. While understandable, this unwittingly neglects a crucial part of the scientific equation.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but as someone who was working as a rock critic for the first decade and a half of Journey's existence, I always regarded them as unexplainably popular, an at-best thoroughly mediocre hit-making machine.
To know Pete Townshend a little is to love him. And to know Pete Townshend a lot (as guitarist, singer, rocker, lyricist, poet, author, producer, philanthropist and, objectively-speaking, visionary) is to love him even more.
Eleven years after the benefit concert in response to the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks was held at Madison Square Garden, many of the same top musicians came together to raise money for those suffering from Superstorm Sandy.
They have been a band longer than they haven't. They have survived the changing trends in music for nearly six decades. They withstood various line-up changes, and even the death of a band member. Yet, like a fine wine, The Rolling Stones have gotten better with age.
You may not be the subject of a love letter written by Mick Jagger, but after December 12, you could be the owner of an amorous note sent by the Rolling Stones front man and famed romantic conquistador.