Set aside your negative bias toward Yes—and while you're at it, lose your knee-jerk hatred of prog rock. Yes fuckin' rock—albeit in a long-winded, redonkulously complex manner. And Chris Squire's bass playing? Completely slaughters Les Claypool's. Ask Squarepusher. He'll vouch for me.
As those SoCal badboys the Mars Volta know, prog rock can be damned exhilarating, when done with just the right amount of excess, killer chops, trippy album artwork and a keenly rococo melodic sense—all of
(Warning: rambling diatribe ahead on Bruce Springsteen that may or may not make sense, but that's what blogs are for, no?)
I’ve had moments of superfreak Springsteen fandom before. The bumper sticker on my car that proclaimed AND ON THE EIGHTH DAY GOD CREATED SPRINGSTEEN. The time I rented a car for one day (cost: $155.78) on my first trip to New York City in 1989 and drove down to Asbury Park to pocket a few splintered pieces of the wooden boardwalk, and to see where the “Tunnel of Loveâ€
Get this thru your thick skulls: This Ho ain't related to the other one​One of the amusing aspects of covering Little Saigon politics is watching the world class mental gymnastics performed by the mostly elderly folks determined to spend their lives fighting the Vietnam War into perpetuity. It's no exaggeration to note that they see Ho Chi Minh's spirit, dead 40 years, nefariously conspiring against them in present day news stories, art works, clothing articles and in music concerts. Last year
​OK, so we all know by now that the Kanye West/Lady Gaga show at the Honda Center, once scheduled for November 15, isn't happening. Heck, the whole "Fame Kills" tour isn't happening. But even though Kanye is dealing with his own post-Taylor Swift issues, the hope still remained that the seemingly more stable Lady Gaga (insert your own "you know you're in trouble when Lady Gaga is the sane one" jokes here) would announce her own tour, and hit us up solo-style. Well, half of that came true.As re
