This morning, while I was waiting for a friend to stitch our car together one more time, I had an opportunity to sift through a local paper. Indeed, I gave three days’ worth of said paper a thorough going-over as I waited. And let me tell you, it was 10 minutes well spent.
For one thing, I learned that musicians are not getting rich via streaming. I had no idea. Steven Page noted that the regular income generated by his Barenaked Ladies recordings is today “much smaller than it once was” a few years ago. Continue reading
I will not play Chipmunk Punk. I will not play Chipmunk Punk. I will not play Chimpmunk Punk.
That is the lesson I took from my most recent DJ gig.You would be amazed at the number of disapproving glances that hard-to-find-but-harder-to-take LP can elicit.
Or, as one reluctant listener said: “You disappoint me, Wig.”
Do I? Or are the chimpmunks just too punk for you, punk?
Oh, fair enough. And, now that I think about it, I recall a similar reaction to my attempt(s?) to foist upon an unsuspecting public the theme from Fraggle Rock. Continue reading
Beyoncé turned into Nina Simone so gradually, I did not even notice.
Ms Simone could have warned her, though, to anticipate the backlash blues.
Heck, the morning after her dancing-dancing-dancing Black Lives Matter homage, the front page of one of our city’s free birdcage-liners was headed by an ad for a local radio station that boldly declared: “Beyoncé free!” The smirking tagline accompanied what is presumably the international symbol for ‘No Beyoncé.’
Oh for the days when a radio station would encourage us to listen based on what it does play. Continue reading
Today, I would like to begin with the announcement of a merger between Wig Bubbles and the Facebook page The Wig. This refinement in our operations marks the beginning of an exciting new chapter here at Wig Bubbles industries that will see us consolidate and streamline content. We are proud to announce this coordinated effort and promise to you, the reader, a wealth of shared content.
Of course, there will be layoffs.
But, uh… hmm… must provide distraction. Continue reading
I do not own The Rise of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars.
But I do have Young Americans.
My collection has never contained Let’s Dance, Scary Monsters or Tonight.
But many is the hour I have spent in the company of the Eno-centric “Berlin trilogy.”
I have chosen my Bowies. I trust you have chosen yours. In a career spanning five decades, the artist provided more than enough starmen for everyone. Continue reading