Robert Baird

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Robert Baird  |  Jul 05, 2006  |  1 comments
Being a sixty year old rock star ain't easy, but there’s gotta be a better way for rock bands to grow old than the one Aerosmith has chosen. A symphony gig? What's next Disneyland on a co-bill with Up With People?
Robert Baird  |  Jan 23, 2015  |  3 comments
The whole idea of jazz “singles” seems a little absurd.
Robert Baird  |  Jul 17, 2009  |  1 comments
You know there are days and then there are DAYS. Yesterday I had one of the latter, but music in the end was what saved me.
Robert Baird  |  Jan 04, 2007  |  0 comments
Watched James Brown's widow Tomi (not Tammy, she’s touchy), on Larry King last nite. Larry, who was at low ebb last nite and looked real bored by being used as a platform in a marriage dispute, wasn't buying any of it. Larry, bad manicure and all, looks like he's interviewed enough grieving, flaky–as–hell rock star widows.
Robert Baird  |  Jan 16, 2007  |  1 comments
Moving. Who Doesn’t Love It? So Stereophile has once again moved, fortunately only three floors down in the same building this time out.
Robert Baird  |  Oct 16, 2015  |  1 comments
While diving into the totality of Mozart, or Beethoven as was done in Immortal Beloved sounds like fun, it’s actually hard as hell.
Robert Baird  |  Mar 21, 2016  |  1 comments
The man is virtuoso and is not to be missed.
Robert Baird  |  Jul 10, 2006  |  0 comments
So let get me this straight. Orrin Hatch, Republican senator from Utah, is one of the heavy hitters whose deluge of 11th hour phone calls not only springs music producer Dallas Austin out of a Dubai jail for coke possession, but it also helps to turn a four year jail sentence into a pardon?
Robert Baird  |  Sep 12, 2014  |  1 comments
For the musically literate it’s an old story but one that I never tire of telling. It was the scruffy, outlaw country singer warbling Irving Berlin, Duke Ellington and the Gershwins? He wasn’t singer enough to carry it, they all said. And even if by some miracle he did, his label was convinced it would never find an audience, it would never sell. When Booker T. Jones of Stax Records fame signed on as producer, heads were scratched, skeptical eyes rolled northward and virtually everyone had their doubts.
Robert Baird  |  Feb 13, 2007  |  0 comments
I usually go into the Grammy telecast with much cynicism already on edge and a large glass of some variety of fermented libation standing by for medicinal purposes.

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