Pop
Tuesday, 01 July 2008 |
Written by
K L Poore
|
The Dame attached to the front of her name doesn’t really have much to do with the Queen of England poinking her on the head and declaring her to be a lady, ‘cause lady’s got nothin’ to do with it. Shirley Bassey is a dame in the Sinatra sense. You know, a sweater who knows when to cool her heels and doesn’t mind kisses laced with cigarettes and scotch. A she-panther who lets you think you’re in charge even though all your friends know better. The hot dish who leaps up in front of everyone at a cocktail party and belts out a coupla numbers that have the women sucking ice and the men mouth breathing. A sweet broad who knows how to Get the Party Started.
Rampant ‘50s sexism aside, someone’s gonna have to explain to me how these Welsh ...
Saturday, 01 March 2008 |
Written by
K L Poore
|
This is the best gig in the world, at least for me. I get to do the thing that I love the most, listen to music, and follow it up with my second favorite thing, putting words to figurative paper, which then allows me to do my third favorite, voice my snarky semi-reasonable opinions. What could ever go wrong with a dream job like that?
Kate Walsh’s Tim’s House, that’s what.
The downside to the greatest gig in the world is that I become privileged to a lot of other people’s thoughts and opinions about my reviews. (Please note that I typed privileged with a great amount of sarcasm.) I’m informed about things I should have noticed, or how badly my last review reeked or that I should give up writing under the influence of booze, drugs or combinations of the ...
Saturday, 01 March 2008 |
Written by
K L Poore
|
Apply Sheryl Crow’s Detours directly to the brain.
Apply Sheryl Crow’s Detours directly to the brain.
Apply Sheryl Crow’s Detours directly to the brain.
Since Detours is about as great a release as you’ll ever get from a huge artist producing big product for a mega label, and since I know many of you will probably let it go by without a thought, I figured I’d hit you with a little of the advertising that works on the non-discerning, unsuspecting public these days.
Sheryl Crow has made what is easily the most artistically satisfying CD of her recording career. One that is so much better than her last release, the godawful Wildflower, that it’s hard to believe it sprang from the mind of the same person. Detours is proof that under difficult circumstances (in her case: a microscopic intrusion into her private life, ...
Tuesday, 01 January 2008 |
Written by
K L Poore
|
I heard about these Rufus Does Judy shows from a friend and instantly
decided I’d purchase the recorded result (I knew one was coming). One,
I’d seen Wainwright sing “I Wonder What Became of Me” on Stormy
Weather: The Music of Harold Arlen, and had a strong emotional
connection to his performance, and two, I knew I’d get more of the same
from his recreation of Judy Garland’s landmark show from April 1961
(dubbed by oldster critics as the “greatest night in show biz
history”).
Since I love torchy pop standards, lush string arrangements and
haunting vocals I knew RDJACH would fulfill that need, but at the same
time I’m not a fan of the “That’s Entertainment”-style show tunes Judy
sang, so I realized I’d end up with some of that also. It put me into a
bit of a quandary.
Saturday, 01 December 2007 |
Written by
K L Poore
|
When did I die and end up in hell? And not in your average pit of
eternal anguish and never-ending torment, but in demented robot hell on
Earth.
How do I know where I am? Well, I don't, really, but I'm figuring
that's where I must be. You see, I really pissed off the robot
community when I wrongly attributed Madonna's The Confessions Tour
(Live) to them, and they've been looking to exact revenge on me ever
since. And they are Gitmo-style torture-loving bastards, let me tell
you. I've been locked in a six-by-eight room for the last few hours
with the worst fucking gleep glop pseudo-music ever recorded spinning
on their damned circuit-filled torture machine and I've got a headache
and a heart ache and I just want it to stop.
| Results 1 - 5 of 7 | << Start < Prev 1 2 Next > End >> |
