Word: rocke
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...became disruptive during the quieter songs. The buzz continued unabated as he stood, eyes closed, crooning the poignant lyrics. After that, he growled without looking up: "You can talk as much as you want during this one--it doesn't even fucking matter,” then proceeded to rock out for a blistering five minutes. The noise died down temporarily, but it became apparent that many were not paying attention. Considering how hard the band has worked to continue making music, the behavior of those at the back must have been especially grating to the singer...
...quiet brooding of their She's the One soundtrack to the territory they cover best, both lyrically and stylistically: independence, defiance, rebellious love. Strange themes for a bunch of middle-aged industry veterans, but satisfyingly appropriate when you consider their enduring drive to crank out solid '60s-era rock 'n roll when their closest contemporaries have gone adult contemporary. "Free Girl Now," is a pounding emancipatory salute that, along with the similarly triumphant "Swingin'," and "Room At The Top" showcases the band's "screw 'em" mentality as well as its ever-mature capacity for tight, anthemic bite. Petty's musical...
...until the talking became disruptive during the quieter songs. The buzz continued unabated as he stood, eyes closed, crooning the poignant lyrics. After that, he growled without looking up: "You can talk as much as you want during this one--it doesn't even fucking matter," then proceeded to rock out for a blistering five minutes. The noise died down temporarily, but it became apparent that many were not paying attention. Considering how hard the band has worked to continue making music, the behavior of those at the back must have been especially grating to the singer...
Make no mistake, Jason Falkner is a rock star. In tight leather pants Falkner swaggered up to the mic in front of a packed crowd at the Middle East and announced that he was here to "rock Boston's collective ass." In a decade when "rock star" has become a dirty word among musicians, Falkner reminds you what the word really means. He's had enough gushing "next big thing" reviews over the past decade to wallpaper his L.A. apartment after every album. But with Falkner, all bets are off. All words fall far short of tying down the brilliance...
...Falkner began his set with the surging rock pulse of "Honey" that exploded into a fragile and sparkling dance of guitars. Unexpected twists and turns keep Jason's work unpredictable and spine tingling after endless listens. A song later, the funky meandering of "Eloquence" with the drop of bass line tumbled into sweeping and epic chorus. Backed up by a full band, the pure power of Falkner's music swept over the crowd without bullying the songs' pop intricacies. "My Lucky Day" draped the bombast of seventies' rock over the pop sensibilities of the Beatles. By the third song...