This Deal Ain't Going Nowhere
Goldman Sachs is rethinking its plans to market a bond offering backed by royalties from songs written by Bob Dylan and other recording artists, the Financial Times reported last night.
The deal would raise cash for Sesac, a privately-held Nashville company that owns the exclusive rights to the public broadcast or performance of music by Mr. Dylan, Neil Diamond and Rush, among others. According to reports earlier this month, the company was working with Goldman on a $300 million offering backed by the royalties it receives from its rights to the music of those artists.
Rock and Roll
“I am tweeting right now,” Neil Diamond said Monday night in a room at the Waldorf-Astoria. “I’m just trying to communicate with people. Young people, old people, all kinds of people.”
The induction ceremony for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was set to begin, and the honorees were taking turns in the press Read More
He Is … I Say:
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Neil Diamond
By David Wild
Da Capo Press, 203 pages, $25
I tried so hard to like Rolling Stone editor David Wild’s He Is … I Say that at first I pretended to not see sentences like “See, I’m a Believer that Read More
Apparently, the Prospect Park around which bad ass Neil Diamond grew up was a lot rougher back in the day. From today’s Page Six:
"One night we were scrapping with these guys in Prospect Park, around the corner from my house, when all of a sudden I heard this pop and felt a Read More
It seemed odd enough when the 80′s Texas psych-punk band The Butthole Surfers made something of comeback in 1996 with an album that got lots of mainstream airplay. Now they’re making a comeback from their comeback? You be the judge—they’re playing Webster Hall on July 29.
There’s something comforting about the predictability of House (Fox, 9 p.m.), which returns tonight. Sometimes it’s nice to have a show where you can set your watch by its familiar plot points, like the show’s every climax where Dr. House has reluctantly ordered some incredibly invasive procedure to cure a patient, only to Read More
A black Mercedes S.U.V. recently whizzed past me with its stereo blasting, of all things, the bluegrass song “Big Rock Candy Mountain.” Such is the bizarre reach of the surprise platinum-selling soundtrack to the Coen brothers’ O Brother, Where Art Thou? –this century’s musical-reeducation equivalent of The Blues Brothers soundtrack.
Just as The Blues Brothers Read More