Francesca Rose DeCurtis

Dec. 24, 2005

4:11 a.m.

5 pounds, 13 ounces

Columbia-Presbyterian Medical Center

The morning the transit strike ended, Rolling Stone contributing editor Anthony DeCurtis, 54, put on a Creedence Clearwater Revival CD and began “jamming” around his Upper West Side two-bedroom with his 37 1¼2-weeks pregnant wife of four years, Alexandra MacDowell, Read More

The Swedish Invasion, Moody-Crooner Contingent

If, in recent years, the U.S. has suffered a trade deficit in hyped rock acts, blame Canada—and the U.K., of course—but don’t overlook Sweden, a country that’s lately been exporting plenty of shaggy-looking dudes with guitars. Many of the Swedes who’ve made it to our shores offer strident, amped-up rock ’n ’roll, but there are Read More

Going Ape Over Gibbons; But Not Willie’s Weak Guests

In 1994, urban romantics seeking refuge from the decidedly suburban concerns of grunge and indie rock were treated to Portishead’s Dummy , the grainy soundscape of trip-hop noir featuring the melancholic singing of British chanteuse Beth Gibbons. Ms. Gibbons’ unsettling moan teased uptown cabaret out of a downtown beat, giving New Yorkers the perfect soundtrack Read More

Gabriel, Beck and Miller Struggle With Gravity

Is this the year that earnestness returned to popular music? It’s difficult to answer that question now, but nearly as difficult to deny that, one year after the Sept. 11 attacks, an undercurrent of gravity and melancholy runs through large portions of the pop landscape.

Just such a somber mood links three eagerly anticipated fall Read More

The Dead Singer Behind a Volkswagen Ad

Mr. Indiana

People are always telling Jim Gaffigan, a 33-year-old actor and comedian, that he reminds them of someone else.

“I’ve always been compared with people,” he said. “Every little indie movie I do, halfway through the shooting, somebody will be like, ‘You know, you remind me of Phil Hoffman a lot .’ And Read More