Will the almost-Ivy Lolitas of Barnard College meet their match in the glossy-lipped gamines of Glamour magazine? Will young women who stay up late scrutinizing Thomas Hardy’s use of pathetic fallacy embrace the Blahnik-shod gals of Glamour as role models who prove that all the toil in college will one day be Read More
The early commercial success of George Harrison’s latest and, I’ll presume, last album, Brainwashed (Capitol)-it debuted in the Billboard Top 20-may prove that even in the midst of widespread Eminemania and Avrilidolatry, an audience still exists for guitar-based pop in the hallowed 1960′s-70′s tradition.
Then again, it may only prove that nothing sells quite like Read More
I’ve interviewed all kinds of people: French artists, astronomers, I.C.M. agents, video-store guys, flier distributors, barmaids, tennis instructors, just about every celebrity I’ve ever wanted to meet except Lou Reed, the mentally ill, Pat Boone, rabbis-but, except for Pia Zadora, I’ve always had trouble with famous actresses. Glenn Close snapped at me. Sharon Stone leveled Read More
Every so often, the culture throws out an inspired gem of comedy or drama that The New York Times adopts as if it had done more than just discover it. Weeks pass, and pretty soon the readers of the newspaper of record start to believe that without The Times , the thing would never have Read More
Every now and then, when only a few bands are able to engage large numbers of listeners with songs that advance the mighty cause of the electric guitar, some people howl that rock-and-roll is dead–or, to use that bratty current adjective for extinction, “over.” What with civic auditoriums full of techno acts like the Prodigy Read More