Third time’s a charm for Madison Cunningham’s “Revealer”
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“It’s the devil I love, and that’s as funny as real love. And that’s as real as true love.”
“I remember when I was a kid reading a headline in the paper and my dad’s saying, ‘The Rolling Stones are going to do a gig. They’re all in their thirties! Ridiculous!'”
Songwriters Marvin Etzioni and David Williams reflect on their song “Can’t Cry Hard Enough.”
Stop me if you think I’ve done this one before. Because I have.
Let me take you on a trip…where I don’t play that song.
Answers to your advice-seeking queries from ol’ John Cougar from around 1982 and who is also an ageless shapeshifting demigod.
Answers to your advice-seeking queries from ol’ John Cougar from around 1982 and who is also an ageless shapeshifting demigod.
“The answer to 90% of all questions is money.” – My friend Karen
“Writing Christian pop is easy. Instead of saying ‘baby,’ you say ‘Jesus.’” – Nik Kershaw
Billy Joel deserves every second of what I do to him here.
No one is putting on Steve McQueen and skipping to “When the Angels.”
Once again, the Aging Hipster presents 50 or so amazing albums from the year that was, 2021 — a retro-leaning list of artists you probably actually heard of (if you’re over 40).
Erin McKeown talks about touring, the genesis of her new album, and enjoying the holiday hang.
Greetings, boils and ghouls! It is once again that time of year when Popdose’s own crypt-keeper, Jack Fear, ascends from his dank and musty vaults to unleash upon an unsuspecting…
Dirty Honey pay homage to their hard rock musical heroes on their debut album.
Features Love Spit Love, Muse, The Smiths, Pulp, and more May I say once again that I have great respect for anyone who has a radio show with a schedule…
Cashville is a debut album with the ambition and potential of ‘Appetite for Destruction’, amped up with the crackling, euphoric and unpredictable energy of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and White Stripes, further brightened by Dolly Parton style charm and sincerity.
Gary Numan was the inspiration for this show, which means David Bowie probably would have hated it.
A hot breeze pushed tumbleweeds down the empty streets, past yellowed album reviews and top ten lists. As a buzzard circled lazily overhead, a solitary horse whinnied “He-FEE-to”. The doors…
This idea started where all good ideas start: in the shower.