I will forever remember The Like as the band that rocked so hard it made me stop caring about Liz Phair’s downturn. Their new album, Are You Thinking What I’m Thinking?, has swooping, ethereal vocals, guitars that crash and swirl, and bass lines that make your ear go
Being a restaurant junkie when it’s affordable, I read Steven Shaw’s Turning the Tables: Restaurants From the Inside Out in one sitting, with two beers. It’s a delicious guide on how to get the most from restaurants; I loved its sections on how to order at a
For years, I have eaten yogurt every morning—Dannon’s Fruit on the Bottom, Yoplait’s Original strawberry. All I can say is: Never again. Recently, I tried Fage Total Greek yogurt, and I’m hooked. It’s like the gold standard of dairy—tangy, tart, creamy, smooth. It’s
Don Winslow’s third novel, The Power of the Dog, is a white-hot, high-velocity narrative through the narco-trafficking of the ‘70s, ‘80s and ‘90s, credibly implicating the various drug- and law-enforcement agencies in Mexico and the U.S., the mob (Irish and Italian), and the Vatican
If you want to know how European capitalists spend their copious amounts of disposable income and leisure time there is no more entertaining source than the Saturday Financial Times. The FT Weekend section has excellent coverage of books, music, film, art, theater, fashion, architecture, wine, food, and travel, all from
If it’s not careful, Ratatat the band (otherwise known as Evan Mast and Mike Stroud) may find suddenly find out it’s Ratatat, the star production team. With their dizzying “Big Slippa” remix of the Shout Out Louds’ “The Comeback,” the pair redefines this respectable, treble-y indie-rock
The amount of epic symbolism and ironic tragedy overflowing Grizzly Man, a documentary about a man who wants to live amongst grizzlies, makes it almost too perfect to be believed. Herzog made a similarly themed man-vs.nature mocumentary last year, the protagonist looks like Klaus Kinski’s lost brother,
I don’t even remember how they all know each other any more. But for more than five years now, I’ve voyeuristically watched a gang of pals who quietly sort-of blog at www.killoggs.com. Josh got punched by Ben recently, and now his eye is messed up.
I have a problem with solo female pop singers with terrific voices—I cannot get enough, never, no way. Rebecca Gates, Feist, Brandy, Beth Orton, Alison Krauss, all have kept me company in the last couple years, and now I find Maria Taylor, who sounds a bit like Jenny Lewis
If there were a way I could bankroll Beth Ann Fennelly, I would. Tender Hooks, a series of strange and brutal poems about motherhood, is one of the best books I’ve ever picked up. Fennelly is deeply sensitive of what she sees, yet refuses to look away, meeting every
