This is a guest post by Robert Greenberg, author of “How to Listen to Great Music: A Guide to Its History, Culture, and Heart” WE were told as children, “sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you.” Wrong. In truth, words have the power to inflict tremendous hurt: spiritual, emotional, and intellectual. Among the worst offenders are terms of classification: those handy-dandy words and phrases that allow us lump things together…
Americans like stuff, right? They like capitalism and democracy and friends and love and fast food and coffee. Right? Polls show that Americans like stuff, so they must like stuff. It’s simple logic. And it further stands to reason that because they like stuff, they know what kinds of stuff they like. So here’s the thing: If Americans, as a friend put it, “want cake, give them cake,” then you’ve effectively given Americans exactly what…
Hello, you handsome several. Has your week been so jam-packed with exciting chases and perilous thrills that you simply haven’t had a moment’s pause in which to consult the wireless ticker for the latest and greatest goings-on in the mile-a-minute maelstrom that is the music “biz”? Then hark: we have a very special guest on-board to provide you with all the info you need. Our guest commentator for this week’s “news” is this famous dead…
Hello, you handsome several. All of us to a man enjoys casting our inquisitive eyes over the various occurences and utterances that constitute the cirrhosis-riddled liver we like to label “the news”. Here to help us with our prying and quiet, tongue-clicking judgements this week is this idiot: WiL, from puppy-dog-eyed mopesters, Aiden! And now: THE NEWS.
Hello, you handsome several. I know you’re just as rib-pressingly eager to get on with this week’s dissection of the bulbous, limp frog we so deludedly label “The News”, but I want you to wait for a moment – I have yet to introduce our guest commentator. And this week’s guest commentator is this lunatic: cheerful espouser of vengeful religious wrath, Westboro Baptist Fred Phelps! And now: THE NEWS.
Hello, you handsome several. I know you like keeping up to date with the happenings of the day. Or, in this case, the happenings of the week. This is a round-up, you see – the most efficient way for you to digest the bite-sized treats that we so affectionately and perhaps exaggeratingly call “The News”. This week, your special guest commentator is this pope: The Pope! And now: THE NEWS.
I’m back! Did you guys miss me? No? I’m honestly not surprised, but I do feel bad about falling off the radar yet again. That’s not to say my interest in writing these columns has waned at all. I wanted to publish something this month, and today may be my only good chance to do so. I wrote this last July after returning from a whirlwind trip to the UK, but I’m just bringing it…
I remember the first time that I heard Megadeth’s “Head Crusher” last July. Within the first twenty seconds, I knew two things were true: Dave wrote the song and Andy Sneap mixed it. The former item is rather inconsequential, as I saw on youtube that it was indeed a Megadeth song. (Had it not been labeled, it still woulda been quite obvious…) But the second is not. In this, the beginning of 2010, the work…
Hey ZME Universe, I’m sorry I’ve fallen a bit off the map in terms of my columns, but I’m excited about these end-of-decade lists. I’ve been preoccupied with my own list of best albums of songs. I love the lists that the ZME crew is putting together, but something tells me no one else on the staff would have the proper appreciation for the Portland, Maine power-pop trio The Leftovers. I can understand, though. While…
I suppose congratulations are in order to some of you readers. Rage Against The Machine’s “Killing In The Name” has been named the UK’s Christmas number one single, beating out X Factor winner Joe Mcthingy’s Miley Cyrus cover “The Climb” by some number of downloads. Or something. Well, woo bloody hoo. Have a metaphorical biscuit. It’s not that I don’t understand the impetus behind the whole Facebook campaign that started this whole escapade. I’m as…
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