Yesterday's New York Times had a review of Robert Wyatt's new Comicopera by Ben Ratliff that observed that it included "Brian Eno doing whatever it is that Brian Eno does." That sums up Squelchy's role about as well as it can be done.
Yes, all of us chattering classes spent the weekend, um, chattering about Radiohead's shocker, but this article in The Telegraph may be the best I've seen. Its yearly sales breakdown and record company revenues charts provide some historical context.
Louis Armstrong's last LP was contemporary country music, He was asked if he was making a statement by recording what was then considered white, working class music. Silly question—Armstrong recorded with Jimmie Rodgers, after all.
Make mine music: "Music training, with its pervasive effects on the nervous system's ability to process sight and sound, may be more important for enhancing verbal communication skills than learning phonics."
My admiration or Terry Pratchett is no secret, but to the uninitiated, an ouvre approaching 50 books must seem intimidating—not to mention indicative of a less-than-stellar consistency.
I'm a sucker for blimps, so I dream of a day when our skies are filled by them. Air & Space looks at the technological challenges and possibilities of that eventuality.
It's time for a new round of "Shakespeare debunking," arguing that the son of an illiterate laborer could never have written works so full of science, history, legal shenanigans, and aristocratic mores—that it must have been a cabal, one that included at least a few nobles.
Richard Sherman strolls down memory lane, telling us what it was like to work on the last Walt Disney animated feature, The Jungle Book. Well, there were more cartoons from Disney, but TJB was Walt's last.