Tom, FYI there has been a craft beer garden at Coachella the last few years that has a decent selection of things for the same rough price as the Heineken everywhere else.
Truly a great moment for altruism; world's biggest pop star leverages world's biggest corporation into paying her more royalties, adoring media spins it as triumphal moment for plebes dining on the scraps of a decaying record industry.
Between this piece and Jamieson Cox's article at the Verge imploring us to care about Hillary Duff in this, the year of our lord 2015, it has become painfully clear that "Poptimism" now merely an elaborate performance art project to explore the limits of what music writers can get their readers to take seriously.
Tom, I'm glad you made it there for the last two Ryan Adams tracks, but you missed an absolutely otherworldly "When The Stars Go Blue."
#DadRock forever
For a minute there I was worried I would get through a review of this album that didn't included the obligatory Beyonce hosannas, but this came through in the end.
All hail the monoculture and our new lord and savoir Beyonce.
I lost it the second time through "I Can't Live Without My Mother's Love" when he hit the line "but mostly I'll miss being able to call her and talk."
Befitting its writerly nature, this album rewards multiple listens in a very literary sense: you start picking up lyrics that reference the events and subjects of other songs, and some very rich overarching themes begin to emerge from out of the disparate stories. Easily the most rewarding listen I've enjoyed in several years.
Now that Live Nation is fully calling the shots, it's probably unlikely that the first order of business will be inking an agreement to have U2 play AEG's crowning festival.
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