By 1983 and ’84, several of the changes that Al Stewart began on the 24 Carrots album (1980) had settled in for better or worse. There seemed to be a calculated attempt to reach a wider audience without alienating older fans. Efforts that tried being danceable came off as mechanized and strained, but were nonetheless a bid for relevance to the times. And even when the fit wasn’t always perfect, Stewart’s elegant, cinematic musicality and scrupulous wordplay remained largely intact. “Murmansk Run/Ellis Island” and “Rocks In The Ocean” were a callback to his historical folk prior to the hit-making years with Alan Parsons as producer. But 24 Carrots underperformed, just as its leadoff single “Midnight Rocks” did, even though it was closest tonally to the approach of the Parsons albums (Modern Times, Year of the Cat, and Time Passages respectively). Stewart was off the Arista label, provoking a considerable gap in time as he found a new (very brief) home on Passport Records. That sole album was Russians & Americans. The effort, as one might …
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For a very limited time, Popdose readers can get an exclusive download of the new Brandon Schott track “Seeing You In Stereo”.
It’s the 20th anniversary of Kansas’ “Freaks of Nature” and Dw Dunphy knows nothing about it.
Top Ten lists are inherently flawed in that they are based completely upon subjective opinion. So don’t start complaining that I didn’t mention your favorite album!
1,000 fans saying “yes” to your project doesn’t mean you should…
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Introducing “Dunphy Knows It All” wherein Dw Dunphy solves all the problems you never knew you had.
The Terror and Embryonic are deeply polarizing albums. The larger question is whether even the band is happy with them, or anything, and what will it take for them to find a little joy again?
A picture’s worth a thousand words — they don’t necessarily say anything though.
If your kid is starving for your love while you’d rather be crushing it on Candy Crush, you may be an iHole.
Examining the strangest of all pop culture conventions, the “fan crush.”
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Huey Lewis and the News, Sports, and the fallacy of the guilty pleasure.
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You know the rest of the Twenty-Teens will be a hard slog when even the quality of our rebellion is mediocre. Look at the so-called “rebels” in today’s pop culture and what you really see are an endless stream of media frenemies, declaring their disdain for any number of departments while alternately being the exemplars of the same. In every sense, they ridicule the “cool kids” while concurrently emulating them…all “beef” and no balls, some might say. Not that this is such a new occurrence — human beings in general have gotten their “hate on” mostly out of envy, acted out as a duplication of the subject of note, not a departure from it. In terms of being content providers, previous generations at least tried to do it with some style. Their raised middle fingers weren’t crossed. Their anger wasn’t supposed to be empowerment, it was supposed to be anger. In the 1970s, in both the U.S. and the U.K. there was plenty to be angry about. Over there, the very real sense of class …