music essay

In my late 20s, I started noticing that I didn’t listen to music in the way I used to. Specifically, nothing about music felt satisfying to me...

The best thing about the South by Southwest festival and conference is the life-size animatronic LBJ that you can find at the Lyndon B. Johnson...

I'm in the car with Baby A driving to Mexico, bored and hot, blasting Dirty Tricks. We were playing the regular road trip games musicians move onto...

We've just finished mixing our first soundtrack, for a documentary called Beyond Clueless, directed by Charlie Lyne. It's a rather unusual..

On February 7, 1964, the Beatles' plane arrived at the newly named John F. Kennedy International Airport, the beginning of a six-year run that...

I know, I know: I am going to love The Wire, some day, when I open my heart and let go of my pride. I’ve sorta-kinda-maybe tried to like it.

My first musical memory dates from when I was two or three, lying on the couch in my parent's living room and listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.

For every Bob Dylan, there are a 1,000 Llewyn Davises — hopeful young men whose voices crack in all the right places, but reach in all the wrong...

Some of our favorite Talkhouse writers remember musicians who passed away in 2013.

Nina Simone, for my money, was the greatest singer of other people’s songs that the 20th century produced. There was almost nothing she couldn’t...

I live on a prime Upper East Side block in New York City, between Fifth and Madison, in a one-bedroom apartment with my husband and two-year-old.

The first time I went to see the musical Fun Home at the Public Theater, the lights came on after the first ten minutes, and a voice announced...