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Category Archives: Appreciations
I had only recently discovered the glories of a naked body entwined with mine and, like every sex neophyte since time began, I had figured nothing would ever compare. I was wrong. Continue reading
Everyone else may hate U2, but Kurt Baumeister will always love them in spite of themselves.
She is my walk through Brooklyn, my arm toss in the park, my sit on the stoop, my weekend up in the country, my never alone, my not going to die for such a long time it feels like forever, my Lee.
What happens when Bob Dylan starts talking to you about the woman he loves? Darren Anderson channels it here.
Our own Robert Burke Warren waxes on about Sean Beaudoin’s stellar, rockin’ Welcome Thieves.
David Bowie didn’t merely innovate; he wrought aesthetic and stylistic changes and, like an irrepressible Pied Piper, people followed him wherever he went.
Greg Olear’s projections for the new season of Dancing with the Stars.
Arthur Cravan’s ambivalent burlesque of boxing was —as was typical of his style— a public insult and act of revenge against the Marquis of Queensbury.
David Bowie, like the Beatles and Bob Dylan, long ago achieved the status of adjective. For Monday Rock City, Robert Burke Warren lists the Top Twenty Bowie Bastards, i.e. the most Bowie-esque soundalikes, stretching from the 70s to the ‘aughts. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, David must be feeling pretty special right about now.