Posts Tagged ‘Anthony Kuzminski’

Rock Court: Huey Lewis (& the News) Edition

rockcourt

For the prosecution: Jon Cummings

Dudes and dudettes of the jury,

Before I wrap up my case against the defendant – that man over there with the plaid sportcoat, golf pants and bad haircut, the one who has refused to wipe that shit-eating grin off his face at any point during these proceedings (or, indeed, during his entire career) – I’d like to congratulate each of you for being selected to pass judgment on the serial crimes committed against rock ‘n’ roll by this defendant, Mr. … Lewis? (Actually, his given name is Hugh Cregg the Third.)

RS430~Huey-Lewis-Rolling-Stone-no-430-September-1984-Posters[1]Take a look around you. You, my friends, are the soul of Popdose’s vast readership, the very backbone of music-blog culture! And that makes you – let’s face it – cool. Hip. Happenin’. You are steeped in music history and well-versed in the loose morals and bad attitudes that make rock ‘n’ roll what it is and always has been, at its best: Cutting-edge. Rebellious. Dangerous. You know perfectly well which music lives up to those standards, and which does not. You know which artists have provided major contributions, and you know – perhaps more than anyone – that with a fat recording contract and a complacent rubber-stamp from radio, a swill merchant like Mr. Lewis can do enormous damage to this music, this culture, this … industry of cool in which we are all invested.

And make no mistake – the crimes we’re discussing here are not trivial ones. The defense has tried to convince you that Mr. Lewis was just making “good-time music,” having fun, giving the people what they want. But the fact is that Mr. Lewis and his band, having built their career by stringing together a nice series of hits while presenting themselves as a bunch of regular Joes – a run-of-the-mill bar band made good – proceeded to engage in years of shameless, chart-topping hackery. (more…)

The Friday Linkfest: 01/09/09

Boston.com’s Big Picture visits the Harbin International Ice and Snow Sculpture Festival;

The Onion A.V. Club’s Hater returns to action;

VH1’s remaining viewers have voted on the 100 greatest hard rock songs, and the results are in;

Fearing for your car’s health and your job security? Buy a Hyundai;

Gaper’s Blog has reached Volume LXIII of The Unheard Music, and this week, the focus is on Röyksopp;

The Hits Just Keep on Comin’ digs up the long-lost radio edit of “Two Tickets to Paradise“;

Erin McCarley is suddenly everydamnwhere — but the Wall Street Journal says you shouldn’t be turned off by the hype;

Funky16Corners breaks out the Chuck Jackson & Maxine Brown;

The Screen Door kicks off Bruce Springsteen Month;

Bob Lefsetz asks: How do you know when you’ve made it?

In his latest column for the New York Times’ Measure for Measure series, Andrew Bird discusses the way his new albums came together;

Ickmusic waxes rhapsodic about the hip band du jour, Glasvegas;

Consumerist links to a CNN piece that lists 13 companies that are hiring this year;

Nah Right previews a track from the new Grandmaster Flash record, featuring Busta Rhymes;

Jeff Tweedy covers Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees“;

…and our buddy Amir Talai makes his Funny or Die debut:

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band: Ghosts, Phantoms and Spirits in the Night

Indianapolis, Indiana-Conseco Fieldhouse
March 20, 2008

When I see a concert, I hope that the artist resonates in a way that moves you beyond the two or three hour performance. There are nights where you want to be entertained and other nights where you NEED to be taken to a higher plane. As the E Street Band descended on stage at the Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, I knew on this particular night I needed to touch that higher plane and reach an emotional apex that may be tough for the band to reach. Despite my reservations, I found myself absorbed towards the end of the main set where Steve Van Zandt took over vocals for “Long Walk Home,” the defining moment on Magic – and even though the performances of this number last year were nothing to sneer at, the song has evolved into an epic along the lines of the performances of “Backstreets” from 1978. The performance revealed untold affecting emotions through the sheer power of guitar rock, without relying on sentimentality. Even the uninitiated around me found this to be a seismic watershed moment of the E Street Band at their finest, reminding us that it ain’t so sin to be glad you’re alive; let me tell you, this was just one of many goosebump moments of the night.

Opening the show with a spot-on penetrating performance was the triple guitar attack of “Night.” For the next 150 minutes, the band proved to be fixating and focused, even if they never quite reached the emotional and pulverizing highs of the show in Milwaukee three nights earlier. Springsteen’s connection to the crowd and recognition of signs from the pit made the intimacy of the show much more palpable even from back in the arena. This is sadly something that will be lost when he moves to stadiums in the summer. Right before the fourth song, Bruce asked for a sign to be sent to him, which showed the band and revealed to the crowd; “Please play ‘Prove It.’” I won’t mince words; I personally felt that anyone who had taken the time to make a sign like that should been banned from the pit for life. However, as I began to watch the always fervent and impassioned performance, it struck me that since I had been catching Springsteen shows in Indianapolis, I never recalled seeing “Prove It All Night” live. When I got home, I did a little research and found out that the last time “Prove It All Night” had been performed in Indianapolis was January 8, 1985. So if it was a longtime resident of Indy who requested that song, I forgive them.

The next audible (replacing “Growing Up” on the handwritten set list) was “Rendezvous” — a welcome switch, as the band immediately found its groove on this underappreciated and underperformed gem. The thunder clapping hysterics of “Reason To Believe” and “She’s The One” left the Hoosier crowd’s mouths agape once again. The whole evening flew into overdrive. (more…)