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"We'll leave you with Sting, and a cut from his new album, take it away."
"The Beaches of Cheyenne," not "The Banks of Cheyenne."
Hopefully the additional act will be the Red Hot Chili Peppers: http://rhcp2014.com/
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.
Finally, a piece of honest poptimism that literally admits it is defending the artistic space centered around "the middle of the road." Apologies that the next 18 months won't be as exciting as the last eighteen months of Tay were, Tom. At least there will be a Beyoncé album cycle in another 12 to 18 months that will provide more fertile ground for pieces encouraging everyone to surrender themselves further to ubiquity.
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
S/FJ's review is exactly what I had in mind. Incredibly myopic analysis from an otherwise great critic.
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.
If you can't trust the voting integrity and secrecy of an entirely fake awards show, what can you trust?
If anyone has a complaint about this cover, it's Bruce Motherfucking Hornsby, not Don Henley.
Good thing that Josh Klinghoffer made it into this super-serious Hall of Fame though, right?
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.