Boris Kuperman would be the last person I’d expect to wind up on a VH1 reality show. Read the rest of this entry »
First, the excitement: one of my favorite bands is coming to town. Then, the disappointment: they’ll be sharing the bill.
A double bill sounds like a good idea: two bands, presumably with a crossover fan base, touring together. But, for those in the know, it’s not exactly an enticing prospect. Translation: Less music from your favorite band(s) for a higher price. Read the rest of this entry »
My sister and I headed out to Nissan on Saturday to catch Counting Crows (Adam Duritz) and Maroon 5 (Adam Levine) split the bill. We got stuck in traffic on 66 and missed all of piano-soul singer Sara Bareilles’s opening set (my coworkers had some nice things to say about her, so I was kind of disappointed that I missed her performance).
Maroon 5 played the earlier slot; with a fan pleasing set geared more toward their indistinguishable rock numbers. They’re a better pop band than a rock band (my sister, who enjoyed their set far more than I did, said lead singer Adam Levine reminded her of a Backstreet Boy). Read the rest of this entry »
More stupid, stupid lists. This time AOL’s the offender, with “10 Movies To See Before You Die.” Unlike the recent American Film Institute nonsense (top 10 across 10 categories), this one’s a bit more straightforward: 10 categories, 10 movies: Read the rest of this entry »
Vampires, again. Really? That’s what Rolling Stone wants us to think.
A new pop-culture vampire trend heads their latest top 10 list of new products and things the editors like.
Ugh.
I breathed a sigh of relief when Jack Sparrow (sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow) captured America’s imagination when he sailed in from the horizon. Vampires were done, we could all move onto pirates as our new dumb national obsession.
Except… the third “Pirates of the Caribbean” movie was awful. Beyond singing Ewoks awful. I’m talking a jump-the-shark, nuclear-refrigerator, midi-chlorians, nipples-on-the-Batsuit, techno-rave-in-Zion, Godfather III steaming pile of turds. In other words, nice to know you, pirate craze of the aughts.
Almost 15 years later I’m still trying to get the image of Tom Cruise as Lestat out of my mind and apparently we’re right where we were when I was in eighth grade. Read the rest of this entry »