The sixties crowd is always trying to monopolize how good the music was, says Leif Solem. Its just not the case. Theres a lot of shit going on all the time. It doesnt stop.
I wonder how many New Yorkers visit, or even know about, the roomful of unicorns in Fort Tryon Park.
Just when it seemed that hip hop’s up-and-coming class of rappers was one gimmick short of a grand marketing scheme, an unlikely candidate has stepped up to reclaim the title of the emcee.
It’s a drag when the band you’ve been aching to see gets booked into an antiseptic venue that’s sullied by glaring advertisements, metal detectors, incongruous pre-show muzak, and corporate naming rights that obstruct the view.
What the Hell Do I Know?
Find What You Get EP