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Category Archives: Appreciations
Thom Jones was not a one-shot wunderkind so much as a career scrapper who banged back at a world intent on beating the shit out of him. Continue reading
It’s the sincerest form of flattery, and it’s not going away, but imitation as a means of creation does not enjoy the acceptance it once did. What once was homage is now plagiarism. Guest Weekling Charlie Clissitt goes to bat for practitioners of the age-old art of looking over the shoulders of giants.
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.
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.