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If you open up this week's Billboard and look at the Top Internet Sales chart, you won't find a whole lot of surprises.
"Way Back When," the debut album from the acoustic folk group the Divine Maggees, offers an inoffensive listening experience, but falls short of being truly memorable.
I knew it was a fated project from the moment I heard rumors of Richard Gere in tap shoes. Despite quality performances by Queen Latifah and the ubiquitous John C.
But for Johnny & the Healers, brighter doesn't mean better
What happens when the most legendary porno film of all time becomes an off-Broadway musical? Well, it sells a lot of tickets and gets some pretty rave reviews. The plot -- that is, to the extent that pornos have plots-- surrounds the character Debbie Benton, who is invited to join the Dallas Cowgirls cheerleading squad.
From love songs to 'Song for the Dumped,' here's your guide
Just how real is 50 Cent? Hyped by the likes of Eminem and Dr. Dre as the realest rapper to rise to the fore of the authenticity-starved rap scene, 50 Cent might seem poised to fall short of such daunting expectations. But 50 Cent has done everything but shortchange his supporters on his new album, "Get Rich or Die Trying." With his realness brandished and cocked, the Queens native unleashes 27 years of drug hustling and gunslinging over a heavy layer of thick, eerie beats engineered to put the fear of God, and inevitably 50 himself, into the listener. His realness speaks for itself; 50 needs none of the gristle and growl of rappers who have staked their flows, both cash and lyrical, on ferocity.
He's the perfect man: tall, statuesque and made of gold. He doesn't talk back to you, and he can guarantee you a life of glamour, fame and, well, pretty much anything your heart desires.
Amid dark and silence, redemption emerges through music
"I give no credence to the lines that divide styles of music," Chick Corea said after his concert in Spaulding Auditorium last term.
Production turns Edmundson's adaptation of Tolstoy's difficult novel into a memorable show
Is it possible to make a politically-charged movie that offends both sides of the aisle without educating either of them -- or anyone for that matter?
She brings in a slew of guest artists on 'The Beauty of the Rain,' but the focus stays on the songwriting
Beer pong, pledge mothers, and parties. Welcome to the latest breed of MTV's reality television: Greek Life. Last year MTV added to their long list of reality shows by introducing "Sorority Life," which followed the spring pledge class of Sigma Alpha Epsilon Pi at UC Davis.
One-woman show consists of writing by Harold Pinter
Meredith is a die-hard Ani DiFranco fan; Ben hasn't heard her music much before. They decided to review DiFranco's 15th album, "Evolve," together. BEN: The album resists a simple appraisal with remarkable spirit.
You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry, you'd better not pout, I'm telling you why: Lewis Black is coming to town, and if he catches you doing any of the above he's going to make you pay. The comedian of Comedy Central fame will be prowling the Spaulding Auditorium stage tonight, armed to take on pompous, self-righteous, whiny, petty and just plain stupid people in the public eye, just as he's done for decades as a stand-up comedian.
Rock is going back to its roots again. Now it is garage that is being hailed as the next "new" flavor of rock that is going to "save" rock from the previous next-big-thing that ruined it. This new breed of garage clawing its way into the air waves is not the kind of music your dad played in junior high after hearing the Kinks on AM radio.
Can a movie fail as artistic expression but succeed as a gut-wrenching, goo-spewing, fart-blasting orgy of unsettling images?
On The White Stripes' last album, 2001's "White Blood Cells," Jack White sang a brief ditty called "Little Room." In 50 seconds and 46 words, it managed to capture the band's ethos pretty well: "When you're in your little room/And you're working on something good/But if it's really good/You're gonna need a bigger room/And when you're in the bigger room/You might not know what to do/You might have to think of how you got started, sitting in your little room." The White Stripes' room is no longer little.