Over at <I>Living In Stereo</I>, Steve Messick argues that Southside Johnny has been making the records of his career over the last six years. Forced to tour without his legendary Southside Jukes largish band, Johnny and guitarist Bobby Bandiera have stripped down his R&B sound to its blues skeleton, Messick says.

Steven Pinker has some interesting thoughts about language and the brain, but 'm linking to this article mostly because I can't resist its headline.

I sat down to write the introduction to the 2006 edition of <I>Stereophile</I>'s annual "Records To Die For" extravaganza, and what popped into my head? Why, death, of course. After that, dead rock stars. What a concept. I mean, talk about dying for music.

I sat down to write the introduction to the 2006 edition of <I>Stereophile</I>'s annual "Records To Die For" extravaganza, and what popped into my head? Why, death, of course. After that, dead rock stars. What a concept. I mean, talk about dying for music.

I sat down to write the introduction to the 2006 edition of <I>Stereophile</I>'s annual "Records To Die For" extravaganza, and what popped into my head? Why, death, of course. After that, dead rock stars. What a concept. I mean, talk about dying for music.

I sat down to write the introduction to the 2006 edition of <I>Stereophile</I>'s annual "Records To Die For" extravaganza, and what popped into my head? Why, death, of course. After that, dead rock stars. What a concept. I mean, talk about dying for music.

I sat down to write the introduction to the 2006 edition of <I>Stereophile</I>'s annual "Records To Die For" extravaganza, and what popped into my head? Why, death, of course. After that, dead rock stars. What a concept. I mean, talk about dying for music.

I sat down to write the introduction to the 2006 edition of <I>Stereophile</I>'s annual "Records To Die For" extravaganza, and what popped into my head? Why, death, of course. After that, dead rock stars. What a concept. I mean, talk about dying for music.

I sat down to write the introduction to the 2006 edition of <I>Stereophile</I>'s annual "Records To Die For" extravaganza, and what popped into my head? Why, death, of course. After that, dead rock stars. What a concept. I mean, talk about dying for music.