An Enquiry Concerning Questionable Practices within the Scientific Methodologies of the Sleepytime Gorilla MuseumBy Kurt Gottschalk
This fall, the results of research into the near-extinction of the human species conducted by the Sleepytime Gorilla Museum are expected to be made public.
Roy Nathanson: THE GUY TO LOOK AT ON THE SUBWAYBy Kurt Gottschalk
On a Sunday night in July, saxophonist Roy Nathanson was speaking from what might be called the stageactually more like the cornerof the basement room at the Sycamore Club, a small, friendly bar near his home in the Midwood section of Brooklyn.
Some Kinds of Love: THE VELVET UNDERGROUND IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURYBy Kurt Gottschalk
Last summer, my childhood pal Eric asked me who my favorite rock band was. Growing up together in central Illinois, this was something we spent much time discussingmost dramatically at around the age of 10 when I changed mine from Kiss to Aerosmith, causing a brief rift between us. But at least back in grade school I had an answer. Now I was at a loss.
BERBER BANJOS AND GNAWA TOADS: Searching for the Sounds of MarrakechBy Kurt Gottschalk
There are certain things we expect of common spaces, reliable markers to help us move through the public sphere. If were at a shopping mall, we expect signs telling us where the exits are.
Never Felt So Much AliveBy Kurt Gottschalk
Ten years and 11 months passed between the Beatles famed final concert on the roof of the Apple Records building and the release of the Clashs double album London Calling, the titular opening track of which found Joe Strummer rasping phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust.Its a fools game to compare a band to the Beatles; on iconic standing alone no one else will measure up.
In Which Prince at Last Wins the Battle Against Evil, and Yet Y'all Still Make Fun of HimBy Kurt Gottschalk
I know Spooky Electric say, till my dying day, but Lovesexy is the one, till my day is done. Let me hear the choir sing: Hundalasiliah! And if you werent among the chorus of amens just then, you are to be forgiven. Its been a dark night. Many have strayed from the path.
The Handmades TaleBy Kurt Gottschalk
The used-record store in my college town knew to keep an eye out for one particular album for me. We all knew it was unlikely that this self-released record of lesbian folk-punk and sound collage would make its way from Texas to central Illinois, but if it did, theyd set it aside for me.
Let's Talk About Love: Why Other People Have Such Bad TasteBy Kurt Gottschalk
When Carl Wilsons Lets Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste came out in 2007, it quickly became the most talked about volume in Bloomsbury Academics 33 1/3 series of short books about individual albums.
Christian Wolff @ 80By Kurt Gottschalk
Two nights at the end of March served both to celebrate the 80th birthday of the composer Christian Wolff and to remind that connections to the New York School of composersthose responsible for some of the most radical and influential American music of the 20th centuryare still very much with us.
George ClintonBy Kurt Gottschalk
Funk is its own reward, George Clinton announced in an authoritative baritone on the opening track to his album The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein. It was a promise of fulfillment through music, immediately followed by a foreboding request: May I frighten you?
Seeing The LightBy Kurt Gottschalk
The art room at Springfield High School (Springfield, Illinois) circa 1983 was a safe zone within the scheduled days and regulated mobility of public school life, at least for a young art-punk wannabe.
Carving Coltranes CrescentBy Kurt Gottschalk
John Coltranes Live in Japan 4-disc set was released in 1991. Fresh out of college, I was diving with abandon into the excitement of free jazz, and the recordings from Coltranes 1966 Japanese tour were more of a treasure trove than I could have hoped for. Compact discs werent new, but they were new enough to me that the thick, plastic, double-hinged jewel box was a chest of gold.
By Kurt Gottschalk
The Worlds Most Mysterious Band Steps Out of the Shadows
Naming things rarely leads to much good. Consider, for example, HAL, the homicidal computer in 2001: A Space Odyssey. Would it have been able to take over the mission if it didn’t have a name? Clearly not.
The Deep Strangenesses of the Fiery FurnacesBy Kurt Gottschalk
Saying the album is over is so overthese days, its the song itself thats played out. Artists used to present two twenty-minute arcs, one per side; with the CD, they were responsible for an uninterrupted hour. But the move in the market from the album to individual song downloads killed all that off, and now a song wont pass muster unless it will fit in a thirty-second ad spot: Witness Royksopps Remind Me, a Geico commercial hit.
Kevin Barnes Settles Downor Does He?By Kurt Gottschalk
Theres a cruel condition often placed on pop stars, that they have to be unhappy to write good songs. They get off drugs, they get married, and they lose their edgeits a heavy burden to put on an icon.
Whos Keeping Score?By Kurt Gottschalk
Classical music in the 20th century could be said to have been about tearing apart its past. Long before rock started breaking its own rules, composers of orchestral and chamber music were disposing of such conventions as key, assigned tempo, and even the notion of playing parts together and in sequence.
The Specials RevisitedBy Kurt Gottschalk
Punk was theater well before Green Day hit Broadway. Spotty teens in London dressed like warriors and put on a show while yelling for revolution. Growing up in Central Illinois, a third of a world away and a few years after the punk explosion, those guitars of rebellion were everything to me. I was avidly buying new wave,
Is New York the New Second City?By Kurt Gottschalk
Downtown Chicago is quiet on the weekends, but the three hundredseat theater in the Cultural Center was comfortably filled on a cold Sunday afternoon in early November, where experimental music fans and curious listeners assembled for a free performance by sound sculptor Olivia Block and instrument maker Hal Rammel.