Wright was a political activist, but his loyalty was to his art.
It's the stuff the mainstream mass media won't tell you.
Copyright laws choke the commingling streams of King Lear, Iggy Pop, and "Louie Louie."
The 'adult' standards of cable have seeped into the groundwater of broadcast television.
If we get the heroes we deserve, then Pete Rose may just be the man for America
today.
Sam Phillips spread the blues, broke racial barriers - and left a mixed legacy.
The beer-commercial sensibility of deliberate, cultivated empty-headedness is pervasive.
Today rock dozes comfortably in the belly of the beast.
A political realignment in this country isn't possible until we heal the cultural breach that afflicts us.
There's been a resurgence of entertaining protest - or, at least, protesting entertainers.
As this is written, rescue workers are still separating the bodies from the bamboo
after the terrorist bombing of a nightclub in Bali.
Bruce Springsteen dives straight into the pain…and the ambiguity.
I'm reluctant to mouth off about something like the 30th anniversary of the
Watergate break-in and all that followed. It makes me feel old.
In country music the greatest sins are pretense and snobbery
When I heard about the death of country singer Waylon Jennings in
February, my mind flashed back to the day I first bought one of his records.
During the month of March, PBS affiliates will be airing a documentary called Welcome
to the Club—The Women of Rockabilly.
The song has again become a vital statement of hope and even a resource for resistance.
‘‘The [Harry Potter computer] game will feature a series of
challenges, all inspired by the original book's storyline.
For more than 20 years, Elie Wiesel has been America's official
bearer of memory, keeper of accounts, and arbiter of propriety regarding the Holocaust.
Rock has done the most to break down social conventions and cultural norms. So where are the gay rock stars?
Disney's 'urban' experience is cleaned-up, dumbed-down, and smoothed-over.
This collection has no reason to exist, except as a shameless exploitation of the Lennon-McCarney catalog.
Who owns our culture? Who decides what our songs and stories will be?
In the 19th century, with much sweat and blood, immigrant labor gangs pushed a railroad
across the newly continental United States.
I heard it in passing on National Public Radio’s All Things Considered one
afternoon; it was a blurb for an upcoming story.
For the past 25 years, executions have taken place somewhere in America almost every
week. They happened in the dead of night.
