Thursday night, the siren song of Julian Koster's singing saw lured us -- like mice to cheese -- out of our warm, smoky Hobbit Holes to the Tower Theater in Philadelphia on a dark arctic evening to hail the return of the King Of Carrot Flowers and his band of merry men.
Hip-hop is in an interesting place right now and 2013 was a great year for the genre, however, a new OutKast album could shake up the music world more than a new Kanye, Drake, Eminem, or Jay Z album ever could in this day and age.
I just got back from my 30th college reunion -- the anniversary of an event that seems like a lifetime ago, if only because so many of my classmates now have children sleeping in the same dorms we once shared.
A sense of nostalgia? A sense of what might have been? A sense of missed opportunities? No matter how wonderful and interesting our lives have been, once we get into the later years, there's something beguiling about first loves and class reunions.
How can such a thing be? How can we love another so deeply and then find that love and connection to be gone, nowhere to be found? I believe it's because the connection wasn't at the level of the soul.
From small headlining gigs to playing Lollapalooza and then curating this year's ATP, The Afghan Whigs are enjoying their time back together, which brought them to a sold-out crowd at Manhattan's Terminal 5 on Friday night.
Would this reunion of sorts have been possible without social media? Not without the help of a private detective, for I only knew his name, state in which he went to school, and a sport he played. His advice has been priceless as has the business relationship we have developed.