It's apt that he spoke as the van was in forward motion, as it unraveled the journey of a man possessing a focused rear-view mirror when it came to his past and polished dashboard when it came to his future.
I've adopted various styles: punk, rebel, grunge, minimalist, funky, bohemian, edgy rock -- confusing people into thinking my style was eclectic. In fact, I was being true to my current state of mind, en par with my evolving taste.
Maria Brink leads an all-male band. These band members embody an extreme masculinity, but Brink complicates this by maintaining her leadership of the stage, their gendered power irrelevant to the proceedings. This isn't to say they're disparaged. Quite the opposite: The effect is symbiotic.
We open the album with our protagonist recovering from a break up and wandering around Venice, Italy. Things are not well. "Another day to tiptoe on the balustrade/ Get over you, like anything I ever could." Stay off the buoy balustrade.
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?).
People in Mendoza, the province that makes the lion's share of Argentine wine, care a lot about rock. They care about the kind that underpins great terroir, but they also care about the kind you can blast from your stereo. Wine and music are inseparable in Mendoza -- but why?
Last week, I had an evening that reminded me not just of the power of music, but of that greater power only to be found in theatre, where story emboldens the songs and familiar melodies are suddenly lifted and filled with new purpose, seizing the intention of a specific moment.
Nothing is quite like seeing a great gig. Something happens; a collective tingling of "Spidey-Senses" towards a moment in time that we, the select group of fans, experience together through live music that will never happen again (at least not in that exact form).
It's this collection of love songs, laments and tales of a night out that will be remembered as the point where 27-year-old Alex Turner and the Arctic Monkeys ceased becoming "just another band" and became one of the biggest bands on the planet.