There’s something so perfect about that song that it haunts me. I think the lyrics are really kind of poetic – “I’m troubled/ I’m all worried mind/ Just can’t be satisfied/ Just can’t keep from crying.” It’s a haunting little song. I wish I could come up with something like that. [It's primal on every level] and it’s just absolutely perfect. What would you have done any differently? His delivery is so beautiful. It’s really hard to dissect these things, but that one is one I come back to again and again.
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers’ new album, Mojo, arrives June 15. The band’s summer tour begins June 1st at Red Rocks Amphitheatre in Morrison, CO.
1977. Jimmy Carter is the new President, Elvis Presley is found dead on the toilet, and the bicentennial decorations are put away, or more often, left to decay in yards as America moves on to the next hundred years. FM radio is the big format, actively embracing full albums and not just singles. Into this vaguely starry-eyed but rapidly disillusioning environment drops one Edward Joseph Mahoney, a Brooklyn cop’s son with a sandpapered Dion DiMucci set of pipes and a naked hunger for stardom that’d leave the American Idol crowd in the dust. Eddie Money’s eponymous debut is a superb example of “girl rock.” It’s hard enough for the boys but there’s as many drippy, dancing-by-yourself, sighing ballads as rockers (see Def Leppard and Nickelback for more modern examples). The singles – Baby Hold On, Two Tickets To Paradise and You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me – are indestructible, obvious classics, the sort of thing you know you’ll be hearing the rest of your life the very first time they come out of the speakers. But, dig a bit below and you find one of the most overtly romantic artists of the late ’70s, who also had a few tough aces up his sleeve. keep reading, and see an amazing vintage Eddie Money TV ad
Scott TournetBlues & Lasers, Grace Potter & The Nocturnals
Seven guitar questions with Scott Tournet.
Some folks are so rock ‘n’ roll in their very makeup that they seem to sweat power chords and you suspect they throw the horns in their sleep. Onstage, there’s the feeling one is watching a great clockwork machine put here specifically to get everyone in the room off by any means necessary. Scott Tournet is this sort of pure rock beast.
We’re fans of Lucero’s 1372 Overton Park (it made Dennis’ Top 25 of 2009 list), especially this track – but the video pushed it over the top. If you love muppety debauchery, this is your new favorite video.
It wasn’t ten minutes into the performance when I muttered, “Shooter Jennings & Hierophant are a miraculous gift to rock.” The stranger next to me rolled her eyes, but I knew the feeling in my belly, a familiar twitch that I’d experienced seeing The Clash meld punk and politics as a teenager or Guns N’ Roses blissfully destroy The Warfield the night they learned “Welcome To The Jungle” went gold. As the decades and shows pile up, one develops an instinct for when they’re present at a significant moment that excels a good length beyond a mere show. Read the rest of this entry »
Dreamers don’t have it easy in this world. Reality has a gravity that often leaves us spitting smoke and flames, gathering up the newly wrecked pieces of our lives just as we thought we’d learned to fly. There’s a wondrous mix of cloud high conjecture and down-in-the-dirt truthfulness to Winston-Salem, NC’s Caleb Caudle and The Bayonets. With a rootsy vibe akin to The Jayhawks and The Replacements and a forward surging energy that compares well with Ryan Adams circa Gold, this band, especially as reflected in their bang-up new release Snake River Canyon, is the real deal.