Rolling the Stones
Call me perverse, or perhaps I've just been around too many musicians for too long, but the part of Exhibitionism, The Rolling Stones traveling show that I liked best was the very opening display in which you walk into a facsimile of the apartment that the five band members once shared in London when they were starting out. You could almost smell the rotting garbage and unwashed socks and underwear.
Roscoe's Return
Eric "Roscoe" Ambel has even owned a much beloved but now sadly shuttered bar in the East Village called Lakeside Lounge, from which he salvaged the name for his record label.
Rudy in Birdland
Art Blakey’s A Night At Birdland, Vol. 1 remains a landmark of both bebop and the earliest live recordings of jazz in a club setting.
Ry Cooder's Finest
The highlight of an incomparable career, reissued on LP by Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab . . .
Sail on, Sailor
It was high concept yet wonderfully honky tonk.
Sanctifyin'
Tribute records are often a fascinating mix of those who try, who put emotion and thought into their tracks, and those who turn in lukewarm efforts.
Santa Monica of the East
New York’s outdoor concert season is in full swing and I happened to catch a couple pretty wonderful shows, one free and just the opposite the other night.
Savannah Music Festival 2015
After my Austin sojourn this year, I paid a visit to the more staid and adult universe of the Savannah Music Festival.
Save The American Inventor
Gotta have a Robbie!
Saving All My Love For You
How anyone was surprised that Britney Spears has shaved her head is beyond me. As Stereophile's assistant editor, the intrepid Stephen Mejias reminded me, she was brainwashed as a toddler thanks to that malevolent mindfuck known as The Mickey Mouse Club. Add to that she's a piece of unreconstructed white trash from Louisiana, who's now been coddled beyond all description and suddenly head shaving looks like the least of her worries.