In the midst of praising a sort of mediocre, but I guess well-framed paparazzi photo of Rihanna, Kanye West took some time out to offer up his thoughts on today’s biggest stars, and which current celebrities were serving as analogies of stars gone by, I guess because we live in the post-everything age. If you ever wondered which current somewhat-superstar Kanye West views as the new Jimi Hendrix and/or Roger Waters, the answers lie after the jump. More »
Roger Waters’ post-Coachella littering spree, the final chapter: The deflated remains of his giant inflatable pig, which floated away after his festival-closing performance Sunday night, were found Monday morning by a jogger. More »
Roger Waters’ post-Coachella littering spree, the final chapter: The deflated remains of his giant inflatable pig, which floated away after his festival-closing performance Sunday night, were found Monday morning by a jogger. More »
Roger Waters’ post-Coachella littering spree, the final chapter: The deflated remains of his giant inflatable pig, which floated away after his festival-closing performance Sunday night, were found Monday morning by a jogger. More »
I slogged through the first half of last night’s main-stage-closing set by Roger Waters–which was billed as “Roger Waters Dark Side Of The Moon“–partially out of masochism, partially in the interest of sociological research, and partially because I didn’t feel like dragging my ass over to the stuffed-to-capacity-all-weekend dance tent to see Modeselektor, who were the only other act playing for the first portion of Waters’ set. While it was interesting in a “so this is who he lured out to the desert” sort of way, it was also infuriating, and at one point a friend said to me, “I can hear your eyes rolling back from here.” But no portion of the evening filled me with more rage than the pre-show, which had as its visual an old-timey radio, a model airplane, and a tumbler of whiskey; every so often, a hand would reach into frame to change the station and/or refill the glass, and the stations that the hand hit on, for the most part, had a playlist that lulled the classic-rock fans in attendance into a state of self-righteousness: Bob Dylan, “Hound Dog,” and “My Funny Valentine.” There was also a “humorous” bit when the radio somehow was all-ABBA, all the time, and hand man couldn’t escape from the tyranny of radio! ABBA! I mean, could you believe the nerve!
“Those who live near the Empire Polo Fields, where the Coachella Music and Arts Festival was held, woke up this morning to something that looked like snow, according to some residents. More »
So: Something tangentially music-related happened on The Sopranos last night. However, we do not want to give it away, as we are not that dickardly. So please, if you didn’t see it, go and re-read that Pete Nice item again; and if you did catch it, meet us after the click-through…
In between his busy schedule of ticking off right-wing boomers and not reuniting Pink Floyd, Roger Waters somehow finds time to be an insanely wealthy real-estate overlord: Last month, he announced a $16 million dollar deal in which he and Shakira would invest in an island in the Bahamas, and… More »
