music essay

Mistaken for Strangers is a documentary about the National, but not really. When he invited me to write about this movie, Talkhouse editor...

“Never meet your heroes” is a useful mantra. It keeps illusions intact and prevents precious chunks of your record collection from being rendered...

One freezing November afternoon in 2007, I was getting ready for a show in Williamsville, New York with a band I was in at the time when I learned...

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.