"I wrote this song 14 years ago,” says Ted Leo, gazing at his tiny audience. “There would be nights that I would look at the setlist and think, ‘I can’t believe I have to do this fucking song again.'” He grimaces. “And then I do, and I think, ‘I’m glad I kept it on the set list.'”
On November 9, while you were nursing your Election Day hangover, Elisabeth Moss was up at 6:00 a.m. to shoot an episode of The Handmaid's Tale, Hulu's dystopian—and eerily prescient—fable of patriarchy run rampant, and one of the most anticipated TV events of the year.
It’s a frigid Saturday night in mid-March, and some of the most popular and beloved figures to ever emerge from the Boston alternative rock music scene — including Belly, Juliana Hatfield, Lemonheads frontman Evan Dando, and Buffalo Tom’s Bill Janovitz — are all under the same roof for the first time in decades to play a fundraiser for the American Civil Liberties Union.
What happens when comedy's biggest loser finally starts winning?
Stan Lee, legendary comic writer and co-creator of iconic Marvel superheroes such as Spider-Man, X-Men, Iron Man and the Incredible Hulk, is a spry 94 years old, and he’s still trying to outdo himself career-wise.
Though they spent the later half of the ’00s as one of the archetypical examples of, as it were, “the Brooklyn Scene,” the members of the National all originally hail from Cincinnati, Ohio, and have always carried themselves as Midwestern underdogs, relative to their buzz...
In the lobby of Philadelphia’s Hilton Garden Inn, Charlie Lowe, Beach Slang’s tour manager, leans over and adjusts frontman James Alex’s bowtie.
There's a small plastic turtle on the dashboard of Cayetana's old blue van. Her name is Tracy. She wears red glasses and does a little side-to-side dance. The van's name is "Fast Car," after the Tracy Chapman hit that the band cranks every time they head out to the next...
I got married a few years ago. As part of my bachelor party, my kind and thoughtful friends paraded me around the Williamsburg, Brooklyn area — where at the time I lived, and which since 2000 has had the reputation of being the epicenter of the American hipster — while wearing the following lovingly assembled uniform that my friends had gone to great length to purchase from eBay: camouflage parachute pants with tiny America flags emblazoned upon them; a baseball cap sporting the Black Eyed Peas logo; and, the piece de resistance, a 2009 Nickelback tour T-shirt.
Shortly after The War On Drugs signed with Atlantic Records and began work on their major-label debut, A Deeper Understanding, the album’s engineer, Shawn Everett, took a moment to point something out to bassist and founding member David Hartley: By the standards of the contemporary music industry, the band may as well have been working on recording a unicorn.
I keep going back to the last time I saw Chris Cornell. In light of yesterday’s news, it’s the only comfort I can find.
A few years ago, sick of performing for San Francisco audiences who didn't want to hear about race or politics, he was ready to quit comedy completely. Now he's the host of TV's most di......
Ed Sheeran, Lou Barlow, Taylor Swift and the toxic ballad of the Nice Guy™....
Even at the height of R.E.M.’s success, guitarist Peter Buck didn’t like to take breaks.
Don't be fooled by the binge-drinking, brutal putdowns, inventive sex slang, foul-mouth rappers, and free-floating hostility. There's no programming on television at the moment that believes more deeply in the redemptive power of love than You're the Worst.