Recently a friend gave me a copy of the Television Personalities’ The Painted Word from 1984. Unsuspectingly one Sunday afternoon,…
A conversation with a Microphone.
Class is in session, and Death Cab for Cutie’s holding the chalk.
The first time I walked in, an imposing woman with piles of fantastic silver hair was minding the front counter…
Such Great Heights: The Postal Service’s whimsical electronic pop strikes a melancholy chord.
Where we eat when the sun shines.
Smarty Pants serves simple food with style.
Runs Fri., Oct. 14–Thurs., Oct. 20, at Varsity.
Why didn’t Patricia Highsmith publish more of her work when she was alive? It’s a mystery.
Blood on the Wall make a joyful indie-rock mess.
Gogirlsmusic.com presents a day full of female-fueled music—you and MusiCares benefit.
A library’s function is changing beneath that strangely chiseled form.
A PBS special highlights the careers of rock’s female pioneers.
Readers respond to our love letter to ‘beetza.’
TURF: URBAN LIVING
How the Hives became the Next Big Thing.
With a measure of privacy and brief nod to candor, the members of Aveo obliquely address their stirring brand of rock.
Folksinger or comedian: Will the real Rosie Thomas please stand up?
The accessible improv of saxophonist Wally Shoup.
By Deborah Madison (Broadway Books, $19.95)
