Word: lps
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From college dorm rooms to high school sleepovers, an all-but-extinct music medium has been showing up lately. And we don't mean CDs. Vinyl records, especially the full-length LPs that helped define the golden era of rock in the 1960s and '70s, are suddenly cool again. Some of the new fans are baby boomers nostalgic for their youth. But to the surprise and delight of music executives, increasing numbers of the iPod generation are also purchasing turntables (or dusting off Dad's), buying long-playing vinyl records and giving them a spin...
...White Shoes will travel to the U.S. in March to play the SXSW Music Conference and Festival, an industry showcase held annually in Austin, Texas. For now, though, there are more songs to write, and more film soundtracks, vinyl LPs and magazines from the 1960s to scour. How charming that the biggest leap forward in Indonesian pop music should actually be a giant step back in time...
...first starting out, you're amazed that something gets a laugh. When you're a success, you know something's gonna get a laugh, it's just how big. You become like a conductor." But soon the audience seized the baton. Fans who knew his routines from the LPs would call out punch lines. He felt as if he were doing his greatest hits. So he retired to movies: more comfortable, less daunting...
...running out of material to play for my Jazz and Poetry Orgy on WHRB. Orgies are six-plus hour blocks of programming devoted to an artist or a theme, for those of you who don’t know. Frantically combing through the piles of CDs and LPs strewn across the floor, I hit gold: a CD of Lawrence Ferlinghetti and other Beat poets with the Cellar Jazz Quintet. I put on the CD and Kenneth Rexroth came on, angrily spitting out the words to “Thou Shalt Not Kill.” Rexroth built...
Something has changed in the world of Sam Beam, the bearded Floridian who goes by the moniker Iron & Wine: Where once was a hushed grandeur, a well-oiled beast has let out a hollow howl. Beam’s previous solo LPs (2002’s “The Creek Drank the Cradle” and 2004’s “Our Endless Numbered Days”) glowed with disarming, whispered proximity. While these full-lengths and a few interspersed EPs have found his homespun aesthetic—all tape hum and endearing errors—buried...