Category: Song of the Day

"Wish I Had Something to Hide," by Exotic Doctors, is a chugging chunk of old school pop and rock, a throwback to the days when melodies, harmonies, and power chords were all the rage. The track has 1979 scrawled across its face. "Wish I Had Something to Hide" opens...

My dad had terrible taste in music. Scratch that. He had no taste in music. I don't mean that in the "this music you listen to sucks, you have no taste" way. I mean, while growing up I don't recall him ever intentionally listening to a song other than the National...

Excerpt from “A Miscellany of Characters That Will Not Appear" by John Cheever The pretty girl at the Princeton-Dartmouth Rugby game. She wandered up and down behind the crowd that was ranged along the foul line. She seemed to have no date, no particular companion but...

"I Can't Let You Slip Away," by Golden Teardrops, is a wonderful blast of sun, fun, and shimmering positive energy. When you hear this song, you will smile and multiple parts of your body will move. If this prophesy does not come to pass, please email me and we will...

You need only five seconds worth of snare and Beatlesque harmonica to know that "Ekaterina," by Love Strangers, is a rockabillying good time, and a good time will be had by all. It isn't every day that someone rhymes Ekaterina, concertina, tambourina, and Argentina....

My primordial memories exist as patches: a white teddy bear, lost somewhere, the memory of the loss greater than the memory of the bear; my father's black car, carrying a bunch of bananas from the car to the house after he returned from the grocery, the bananas...

No matter where you go, there you are. - Confucius If no one ever left home, everyone on Earth would be packed into the small slice of East Africa where our collective humanity originated. I'm sure East Africa is a perfectly wonderful place, but I wouldn't want to...

A good song starts with the right recipe: a few flakes of folk, a wooden ladle of country, and a big pile of pop, all dolloped onto a rock foundation. Heat until it simmers and you've got "All That I Can Say" by Commutes. "All That I Can Say" is a slow-moving wall of...

Few albums are recorded, released, exist in a dormant, hibernative state for forty-two years, then arise from below the ground to be recognized as products of genius. There are exceptions but, in most cases, if an album hasn't gained traction within a year of its...