Robert Baird

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Robert Baird  |  Jul 10, 2015  |  7 comments
Bitterweet is easily the most lyrically confused record that Chambers, or any other pop music artist at her level, has released in recent memory.
Robert Baird  |  Apr 29, 2017  |  16 comments
We are all going to be buying "new" Beatles reissues for the rest of our time upon this mortal coil.
Robert Baird  |  Apr 06, 2007  |  0 comments
Why rage against an ill wind? I realize that complaining incessantly about the ongoing plundering of rock, classic and otherwise, by Madison Avenue ain't gonna make it stop but is there no one who can resist the allure of cash?
Robert Baird  |  Aug 22, 2006  |  1 comments
I've always been a huge Pixies fan. I was so excited at 2004's reunited tour that I practically needed a minder to get me to the gig. But Frank Black solo, now there's a whole other experience.
Robert Baird  |  Aug 07, 2009  |  2 comments
They were quite a couple. Like a pair of Octopi in heat. First, he was grabbing her ass. Then he had his hands up the back of her shirt. Then, up the front. Then he had his hands down the back of her pants. Then, down the front. Both hands and about half of his forearms. Her only reaction was to smile, swoon and stick her tongue in his mouth. I'm damned impressed that she was able to keep her clothes on during this determined assault upon her New Jersey virtue. Best of all, during this entire spectacle, they were simultaneously kissing and falling down at the same time. Groping does not begin to get what was happening in my section on Thursday night at the Beacon Theatre.
Robert Baird  |  Jul 18, 2008  |  6 comments
Calling anything “IMPORTANT,” particularly a record, often sucks the life out of it and dooms it to a kind of overly academic hell to be debated by talking heads and those that “were there.”
Robert Baird  |  Oct 16, 2008  |  1 comments
I live by the axiom, “So many records to listen to, so little time.” That’s not an excuse; just reality. And it has nothing to do with being a music writer. If you’re a voracious music fan, there’s no way, no matter how many records per day you slug through, that you can hear it all. If today, I started listening to just my Beethoven Symphony cycles, it would literally be months before I could come up for air.
Robert Baird  |  May 19, 2017  |  1 comments
He's made a career out of being hard to describe, impossible to pigeonhole.
Robert Baird  |  Sep 24, 2010  |  1 comments
Berlin was a much smaller market yet there were some interesting music stores, headed by Mr. Dead & Mrs Free which sells only new vinyl. Nearby was Rock Steady Records (pictured above) which had a decent selection of used vintage vinyl. I hear the flea market by the Brandenburg Gate has a number of vinyl dealers but somehow I never made it there.
Robert Baird  |  Aug 02, 2014  |  3 comments
It’s clearly time for a complete rethink of the musical biopic format.
Robert Baird  |  Nov 09, 2015  |  0 comments
This pair of accomplished downers have a fiercely loyal following who like to get gothic.
Robert Baird  |  Mar 28, 2017  |  0 comments
If arrangers and orchestrators are the secret weapons of jazz, Evans on this new LP from Analogue Productions is revealed to be the atomic bomb.
Robert Baird  |  Jan 03, 2008  |  1 comments
I was saddened today to read about the December 22 passing of Ruth Wallis, a singer from the 40's through 60's who specialized in creative naughtiness. Born in Brooklyn (where else?), she sang with Benny Goodman and owned her own record label, but it was her risque tunes like, "The Dinghy Song" ("He had the cutest little dinghy in the Navy") that brought her the most fame and which became the basis for an unlikely 2003 Broadway hit, Boobs! The Musical: The World According to Ruth Wallis. Here are a few classic couplets from the Wallis-penned title tune: "You've gotta be filled Two fried eggs will never grab him like grapefruits will (And they're both breakfast foods) But listen girls, don't try to fool your lover Remember, he can go to Good Year if he wants rubber" "Just think if all us girls had boobies with fluorination We could take the cavities out of the whole damn nation A nibble a day keeps the dentist away" "Some push 'em up Some stick 'em out And some keep 'em flappin' in the breeze Some tie then down because if they don't They would hang down to their knees Just you tease"
Robert Baird  |  May 16, 2006  |  2 comments
Being addicted, or even just a fan of The New York Times means you have to suss out the necessary assumptions and become expert at translating what's really going on there. Even overlooking the woeful sports section and regular incidents of pathetic pandering—a recent travel piece by Robert Kennedy Jr. comes to mind—the institutional psychoses and attitude, subtle as they may be, that the paper infuses, again ever so delicately, into everything is quite amazing.

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