Scott Malchus has released a book called BASEMENT SONGS. You may know what it’s about.
Basement Songs
Scott Malchus writes about this year’s Great Strides efforts and the Foo Fighters song that didn’t make the cut.
A look at Ben Stiller’s fantasy comedy in this week’s Basement Songs.
Scott Malchus pays tribute to a beloved family member in this week’s Basement Song.
Begin 2012 with a new Basement Song and some vintage Marshall Crenshaw
Sinatra’s rich, smooth voice conveys the love and spirit of Christmas, yet it drips with melancholy, as if he tossed back a couple of tumblers of Scotch before stepping to the mic.
Sunday morning, as rain flooded the streets and the sun refused to break through the dark clouds, Scott Malchus and his son ran the annual Santa Clarita 5K race.
I wasn’t so interested in offering my two cents. Instead, I wanted to hear my daughter’s thoughts and, truthfully, just spend some alone time with her.
With just his guitar and harmonica, backed by a small group of singers behind him, Springsteen delivered his “prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters.” There was no bombast that night, just reverence and respect for the fallen.
It’s springtime again, and Scott Malchus is reflecting on baseball, family and the search for a cure to cystic fibrosis in this week’s Basement Songs.
Last year I began to reevaluate my life (that happens when you turn 40) and the pursuit of the dream I had as a boy. What was it about those movies that captured my heart? Was it the movies themselves? Was it the people I was with? Was it some thematic element that I associated with? More importantly, could I ever go back to that place again?
As I did a quick dance to get around a woman standing idle on the steps at the train station, my iPod shuffled on to “I’ll Stand by You” and I knew that I had to write a few words. I can’t think of a more appropriate message at this time of the year, especially in these hard times.
For the final two miles of my half marathon, I’ll have Aaron Copland’s Appalachian Spring play in its entirety to help push me through to the end. I figure that if I need something to distract me for the final half hour of the run there’s no better way than Copland’s 25 minute masterpiece.
A strong, effective piece of songwriting that blended hard rock with some new wave leanings, you hear an unexpected poignancy in “Little Guitars.” That’s right, a Van Halen song that actually has feeling.
How does a comic book come together? By chance and friendship. Read today’s Basement Songs to find out about the latest (co) creation by Scott Malchus. Don’t worry, there are still a couple songs, too.
You don’t come across many throwback love songs like this one, with a driving beat that beckons the open road and your hands pounding on the dashboard.
In the fall of 1984, the Make A Wish Foundation contacted the band Journey. A 16-year old fan from Cleveland named Kenny Sykaluk was in the final days of his…
Long before I knew who Paul Newman and Robert Redford were, before I understood what a long con was or even what a hooker did, I knew of Scott Joplin,…
The wind blew through my grimy hair as I lounged in the back of the pickup truck. Drunk on the youthful feeling of invincibility, and also the four beers I’d…
Relive the glory of Huey Lewis & The News in concert, circa 1984, in this week’s Basement Song.
Reading this, you may believe that I’ve just opened a big ol’ can of uncool on Popdose. After all, what 40 year old Springsteen fan in his right mind would…
A week ago we were in North Olmsted, Ohio, once again vacationing with family and friends. Despite the costs and some of the emotional baggage that must be sorted through…
Danger! Scott Malchus has been struck by HIGH VOLTAGE in this week’s Basement Songs column!
I have a hammock. Last week, upon returning home from work, I shut off the Jetta and got out of my car, sweating and tired. The side gate was open….
”I think we should break up.” As those words crept out of my mouth, a cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck, even though it was 90 degrees…
It’s hard to pinpoint the moment I became a Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers fan. I know it was when I was my daughter’s age and Petty’s timeless song, ”The…
The summer of 1992 continued. Thanks to my good friend, Sally, I had found a worthwhile job working at The Bin, a nonprofit Natural Foods Store that trained mentally and…
Long ago, I foolishly accepted the idea that horror, sci-fi and fantasy films, book and television series did not have emotional resonance of more serious dramas because of the fantastical…
In the wee hours of the morning I would pace the living room, bouncing Jacob in my arms, lulling him back to sleep. This was our routine in the winter…