a battalion of covers of the legends greatest hits
Posts Categorized: rock nyc
spoiled for choice
Whatever “dragon energy” is I’m almost sure it’s the only common ground Kanye and Trump have
thanks Mr Wynn!
We should have flip flopped
Nah, Nah Nah
more than just a song
does this give me some star power?
Sisyphus as a nursery rhyme
tie it down with a rope
let’s stay true
I spent the year in my own personal time warp.
essentially we will be black till December 31st
best metaphor for love
Abstractions to accentuate a deep love
Its 1983 again!
Two hook(er)s for the price of one
I spend so much time digging for negative
A world we don’t know about
boys in school uniforms kissing on the bus
the camera moves around the celebrities’ intimate details of their bodies,
Allison’s powerhouse soars during each one of Halo Circus’ anthemic to epic choruses
Lather, rinse, repeat
Heard Em Say – Leikeli47
a key figure the in development of soul, funk, and even hip hop, is rumored to be in critical condition at age 83
It certainly isn’t all “Soft And Wet”.
Can’t Get Used To Losing You – Andy Williams
Let You Go – A$AP Ferg
Over There – James Cagney
Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Pts 1 – 5) – Pink Floyd
I Am Not A Robot – Marina And The Diamonds
He is still my first choice
If we see rock nyc as a vision of modern pop in 2016, and since I have ZERO resources, perhaps it makes sense to do it this way as well
A cool beans party track with a bass hook to die for
He lets the songs speak for themselves by not throwing conceptual shadow on them.
The Justin Bieber is gonna find itself with Adele on my top 20 (or 25 -I am having problems keeping it to 20) songs of the year. Yes, the mainstreaming of rock nyc
‘Does anybody give a fuck about what any of these current pop stars are up to? Who gives a shit what fucking One Direction do? Cocksuckers, all of them in rehab by the time they’re 30. Who gives a shit what Ellie Goulding is up to? Really? Adele, what? Blows my fucking mind. It blows my fucking mind. Nobody cares! Fame’s wasted on them, with their fucking in-ear monitors and their electronic cigarettes. And their fragrances that they’re bringing out for Christmas. You fucking dicks.’
The very well-named Thunderbitch, which consists of Alabama Shakes’ frontwoman but also members of Nashville acts Fly Golden Eagle and Clear Plastic Masks, has a rawer and more aggressive sound than Howard’s work with Alabama Shakes,… although it is not really far away. I am currently streaming the album on the band’s website, and it’s a blast! A true rock & roll wonder, showcasing Howard’s fantastic powerhouse-thunderstorm vocals, which have never sounded so great… and could I mention Bowie again?
Second day at Echo Park Rising, and still the same problem with an overwhelming choice of bands to see…. I still didn’t have a strategy and I randomly picked a few places, trying to concentrate on the main stage at the end of the day, but having this constant fear of missing out feeling! I think I even attended a FOMO festival in the past, and that should be the appellation for all of them.
It is a strange thing, you never know what you are going to stumble on when you walk on Hollywood boulevard,… This Wednesday we heard a crowd cheering up around 11 am, across the Pantages theater, we got closer and it was just Mariah Carey receiving her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! Arriving just a few minutes before the diva didn’t give us the opportunity to see much, but it was too big to not check out the event. It was hot and sweaty as hell in the middle of the crowd, but people were in awe to …
And she reminded us that she wrote, released, and produced her album ‘because I am an independent artist’ she announced, with a don’t-mess-with-Texas attitude, although she is a Nashville girl! And in a few seconds, she gave us the essence of any good western country song, which is always about heartbreaks, taking too many pills, and cheating… ‘all the good things in life!’ she added.
I realize Azealia dates from 2014, which goes against the grain of the entire best songs of the last week or so concept, but it was a real revelation on Monday at Irving Plaza, and though the recorded version undersells the hook, it is pretty good. “Jules” is so good, I wondered if I had undersold the album, but, actually, this was the only killer, its “No Baby I”, “There’s happiness and then there’s this, whatever this may be” is good but it’s not “you’ve got them tears, they fall like pearls, blame it on gravity, blame it on being a girl”.
After a coupla weeks of one great song after another, this one is a fizle, though Anna and Donato are especially worth your attention, the Wale album is the first time I’ve really liked him and Sufjan is a complete revelation.
Controversy reigns here at New York over the rock nyc grading system, I get accosted in the streets, and at night clubs, gay bars, nude beaches, and Michelin approved restaurants and there is only one question: what the heck is with these grades? They make no sense…
If I have one wish for 2015 musically, it is that David Bronson’s excellent January release Questions finds the audience it deserves. This sublime art folk rock soul album should break him, must break him. It is what I want, it is what he deserves, I wanna say I knew him before he stopped taking my phone calls.
2014 was the year of pop, the entire world, hip hop, rap, country, r&b, rock and roll was a no show, were the hand servants of pop music meets everything under the sun. Artistry will get you so far and no furthe, money talks in a consumer society and money wanted beats and bops. And got it. Not a good year, a little unexciting.
In an odd and somewhat disturbing twist I would like to serious it up a bit and thank you for your readership. In a world filled with 40 million blogs and flash its nice to know our followers not only increase but seem to be quite the smarty’s offering positive insight in a troll filled ‘net.
He is a dynamic, charismatic presence, singing his recent songs, sometimes re-writing them already, with a passion that comes from knowing you aren’t finished, you aren’t a relic of the 60s, or 70s, or 80s, that in 2014 your work is better than it was in 1984
Yes, folks it’s a tradition and not a particularly inspired one either but here is the rock nyc 12 days of Christmas. The gone but not forgotten person is Donna McElroy who died of cancer January 23, 2014. The launch of a new improved rock nyc isn’t a joke, we figure January 16, 2015…