Music

The Best Quotes From Iggy Pop’s “Free Music in a Capitalist Society” BBC Lecture

That’s Prof Pop to you! In addition to his BBC Radio 6 DJ post over the last year, the Godfather of Punk delivered BBC Music’s annual John Peel Lecture Tuesday night (October 13) in an hour-long presentation at the Lowry theater in Salford, Manchester. His topic — “Free Music In a Capitalist Society” — was a fascinating one, particularly for a musical icon who has moved in and out of DIY and commercial realms for much of his career, eventually having little shame over licensing “Lust For Life” to a Carnival Cruise commercial (among other ads). “If I want to make money, well, how about selling car insurance?” he postured. “At least I’m honest. It’s an ad, and that’s all it is. If I had to depend on what I actually get from sales, I’d be tending bars between sets.” … Read More

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Prince to Perform as Musical Guest on ‘SNL’

Prince Rogers Nelson, AKA, ya know, PRINCE, is set to perform on the Nov. 1 episode of Saturday Night Live; it’ll be… Read More

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Harry Styles Is Far From the Most Interesting Thing About Taylor Swift’s New Song “Out of the Woods”

Of all the songs on Taylor Swift’s new album, 1989 (out October 27), “Out of the Woods” is supposed to be among the rare few that shit-talk — specifically, it shit-talks an ex-boyfriend, who happens to be One Direction heartthrob Harry Styles. This will undoubtedly be the one thing people remember about “Out of the Woods” in those too-common instances when they remember only a single fact about a pop song. But it’s not what people should remember about the song, which currently sits at No. 1 on the iTunes chart just 12 hours after its release. (You can hear it here, if you don’t want to just pay the damn 99 cents for it.) … Read More

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Suede’s ‘Dog Man Star’ at 20: A Messy, Ill-Advised Tribute to a Messy, Ill-Advised Masterpiece

A dim, decaying room that was once bright and grand. Red brocade wallpaper, the kind you only ever see in cocktail bars and lingerie stores anymore, peeling at the top and fraying at the bottom. A thin mattress extends from the far wall into the center of the room like a lonely dock on a deserted lake. The only source of light is a multi-tiered bronze and glass chandelier with half the panes missing; in lieu of a switch, a grimy length of twine hangs down from above. The scratched wood floor is a collage of empty wine bottles, old books, and dirty clothes. A few records with battered covers lean against a Victrola that somehow still works. A metal ashtray rests on the windowsill. The smell of smoke, more than two kinds, has settled into the cracks and crevices and mouse holes. Every other room in this building is just the same. Down the hall is a bathroom with cracked tiles and a curtained-off clawfoot tub. Outside the window, the world is a blur of radioactive sunset pastels. … Read More

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