The Janovitz Cars book really raises the bar on music bios. This is how you do a meat & potatoes, context-rich, loving but nonhagiographic deep dive into a band’s history. Funny, idiosyncratic, w a strong sense that it was written/researched by a *musician* while also accessible to a gen audience.
RIP Ken Jacobs, whose docu-essay “Star Spangled to Death” (2004) is the later-career opus of an ungovernable, recalcitrant old head reflecting on America’s ugliness, sorrow, squalor, and outrage across the generations. We have lost an important underground nutcase.
This is a solid joke but being a fan of experimental music I took it at face value for a second — I was flashing back to a show I saw at Roulette of Alvin Curran performing compositions for the shofar. Which were not atonal. But still!
All these decades, Stacey Q has left money on the table when she could easily have had a stellar career as an American Kylie Minogue. (“We Connect” is so goddamn killer.)
