I can rarely predict where a column about music is going to raise my ire next. I’ve all-but stopped reading Lefsetz recently in the name of self-preservation, and on those…
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On Friday, Bob Lefsetz sent out a piece called ”Dealing with Hate.” Based on the title, I figured it was about how he lives with himself. Wanting a laugh, I…
Every once in a while, self-described ”rocker” Bob Lefsetz sees an act other than his tried-and-true 1970s icons on yet another cash-in nostalgia tour and actually has a good time….
Last Friday, we learned of the story of Batkid, aka Miles Scott, a five-year old with leukemia who spent the day fighting crime in San Francisco, as set up by the…
So this past weekend I was in Cleveland for the wedding of my dear friends and Popdose colleagues Matt Wardlaw and Annie Zaleski. It was so great to be there…
Bob Lefsetz thinks that Southwest Airlines should be used as a model for the rest of the country. Good luck with that.
Bob Lefsetz went beyond the pale in his column about Beyonce’s performance at the Super Bowl. I respond with dick jokes.
When we last left Bob Lefsetz, he couldn’t believe Fleetwood Mac would go on yet another money-grabbing tour. Now, he’s pissed off that he’s getting e-mails every day from a…
Bob Lefsetz goes to a Bruce Springsteen concert and gets it completely wrong.
Bob Lefsetz will gladly tell you what to do, but not if he has to listen to your crummy music.
Is Bob Lefsetz auditioning for Andy Rooney’s old job? It would sure seem that he’s looking to fill the shoes of the legendary 60 Minutes crank, because he sure hates a lot of things, and his penchant for self-contradiction reaches astonishing levels.
In which Bob Lefsetz tells of his attempt to teach his mother how to use her newfangled Apple gizmos.
Mick Jagger’s business sense is almost as legendary as his voice, stage presence, and lips. But since his new project Superheavy isn’t selling, Bob Lefsetz thinks he’s out of touch with his audience and has readymade steps to break it.
Bob can’t just give advice to the myriad young acts who don’t read his columns. He has to present it with awkward metaphors about high school, which he probably learned from the movies.
In sports, there’s nothing more annoying than a fan who jumps on the bandwagon of a winning team, then overcompensates for the time he missed by being even more obnoxious than the longtime fans. Does the same hold true for music lovers? Read on as Bob ignores Dawes for a year only to suddenly become their biggest fan.
Bob meets Brian Wilson and realizes he was the guy who wrote all those classic songs.
In which Bob possibly sets a new personal record for equivocation.
Is Conan O’Brien like Zach Galifianakis, Dr. Luke, Tila Tequila, Bob Dylan, or Derek Jeter. Can’t he be all of them? Only one man and his primate knows for sure.
In which Bob Lefsetz tries to turn Five Guys’ success into a metaphor for the music industry and fails miserably.
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