Most recent entries for September 2008

I don't generally need excuses to pass on articles by Rebecca Traister, who writes for Salon and The Nation. It's rare that she writes something that doesn't strike me as genius.

Maybe it's just that I've been spending a substantial chunk of my downtime watching old episodes of Melrose Place on DVD, but I'm feeling rather discombobulated by the latest catastrophe to befall poor Heather Locklear.

Though its impact has been slightly muffled by the substantial cash prize doled out at last week's inaugural Verge Music Awards (congratulations, Hey Rosetta! and the Weakerthans!), I'm still a bit buzzy with anticipation around tonight's gala presentation of this year's Polaris Music Prize. Between the sweet $20, 000 cash award and the substantial publicity surge that accompanies a win, the Polaris (now in its third year) can have a massive effect on a band's career.

So, Emmy queen and all-around unstoppable force Tina Fey made another appearance on Saturday Night Live this week, reprising her dead-on impression of Sarah Palin.

Evil empire expands!

Illustration by Jillian Tamaki

Attention all Dr. Horrible acolytes: if you've felt as though your heart was being yanked toward the Forces Of Darkness ever since getting a taste of musical malevolence in the form of Joss Whedon's hysterical Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog, have we got news for you!

In case you missed the whirlwind of discussion, one of yesterday's most talked-about stories concerned a leaked clip of late-night host David Letterman delivering a wicked verbal smackdown to Republican presidential candidate John McCain.

Britney Spears's slow stumble toward redemption continues, kinda. Womanizer, the much-anticipated first single from her forthcoming album, Circus (slated for a December release to coincide with the pop star's 27th birthday) made its official debut on the radio station Z100 today.

Live review: Bloody great Valentine

Nostalgia isn't always just about a blast from the past. Etymologically, the term is rooted in nostos, the Greek word for homecoming; "nostalgia" was coined somewhere around the 17th century as an expression to convey the psychic pain of pining for home. Keeping that in mind, last night's My Bloody Valentine show was a total nostalgia trip, but not in the campy retro sense of the phrase. Rather, from the breathtaking light show to the thunderous waves of keening, distortion heavy guitars, the first Toronto show by the iconic '90s shoegaze act in 16 years felt like a triumphant, long-awaited return, a journey back to when all was right and good in rock 'n' roll.

Man, Santi White needs a break. Between that whirlwind stint opening for Coldplay in massive arenas to her current club tour, it's clear that the woman behind beat-heavy dance-rock act Santogold is being worked like a dog by her label.

If the High School Musical phenomenon and the continued success of populist song-and-dance shows like Mamma Mia are any indication, musical theatre can be a rather lucrative business these days. Cross-pollination between film and theatre, as in the Meryl Streep-starring adaptation of the aforementioned Abba-sical, or the Mobius-strip like movie-turned-musical-turned-movie Hairspray, is particularly au courant. And yet, we can't help but think that some projects are best left as pipe dreams.

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