A track from Bob Dylan's new anthology, and more.
It's a half-century-old stick of bubblegum that singers and rappers can’t stop chomping on.
The shock that Cyrus was peddling wasn’t sex. It was all about race.
Jennifer Nettles, Parquet Courts, Coco Carbomb, and Robbie Fulks.
Honesty, you see, is Future’s policy.
Modern country, which Petty hates, is flamingly, shamelessly Pettyesque.
Eydie Gormé, who died on Saturday at 84, was the beneficiary of two mid-century inventions: the television variety show and the Great American Songbook.
Music by and of the tatted, gym-toned, party-hearty young American white dude.
Extra credit to the guy who miked Questlove’s drums.
A Yule log for the briskest day of the summer so far.
I’ve been listening nonstop.
Plus a tune by Court Yard Hounds.
You wanna hug me?
Monteith had never sung before Glee, and it showed. It didn’t matter, though.
He'll be at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street.
JT's new song makes the year 1979 sound boring.
The best way to listen to this half-assed record is to half-listen.
In an age when R&B has forsaken innuendo for straight-up porno, K-Ci & JoJo’s entreaties have a quaintly chivalrous ring.
You might call it the greatest gay song. Or maybe it’s just the Great American Song.
The lead single, “In a World Like This,” is out now, and guess what? It’s awfully good.
The Rock and Roll Hall of Famer died yesterday in Memphis at 83.
It’s the dorkiest thing Jay-Z has ever been associated with.
The release of Kanye West’s Yeezus sucked all the air out of the musical universe this week. Yet pop music went on.
With Kanye, it’s always more is more. More politics, more ego, more outrage. More croissants.
A decade ago, who’d have guessed that three dorked-out comedians could command a guest list worthy of a Jay-Z record?