Some thoughts for a new week—which doesn’t necessarily feel like a new week but is nonetheless a new week.
Mediabase Musings (Classic)
Musical Mutterings (Also Classic)
My personal tastes have always leaned toward singer-songwriters. I’m of the James Taylor/John Prine/Joni Mitchell generation and still favor great writers from all genres. And while I remain obsessed with Phoebe Bridgers’ brilliant “The Punisher,” this week I was completely galvanized by The Chicks’ performance of “March, March” on Colbert. For those who may still doubt the viral power of late-night TV performances, I can only say that I watched it online after a recommendation from a friend, and immediately plowed headfirst into their entire new Columbia album, Gaslighter. Now, I await a review from our own Queen of Music City, Ms. Holly Gleason, who did a magnificent job on our new Nashville special issue.
The Chicks have so much to say, and cloak it in infectious melodies and masterful playing; it’s a joy to behold. But I’ll wait and have Holly explain it with much clearer insight.
Q IS EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING IS Q: HOW QUINCY JONES BECAME THE GOAT
Remembering an American legend. (11/6a)
OF PONIES, PRINCESSES AND UNICORNS: CHAPPELL'S SNL TRIUMPH AND BEYOND
Changing the pop narrative (11/5a)
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THE GRAMMY SHORT LIST
Who's already a lock?
COUNTRY'S NEWEST DISRUPTOR
Three chords and some truth you may not be ready for.
AI IS ALREADY EATING YOUR LUNCH
The kids can tell the difference... for now.
ALL THE WAY LIVE
The players, the tours, the enormous beers.
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