Every time we purchase an album, new or old, box set or single, we applaud all those bad girls and boys who play that rock ‘n’ roll. We love our records like some love Jesus; they do the same thing to our souls.
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Loverock once awaited the world.
Let us preface this column by saying that we are certainly some of the most unlucky ticket buyers in Southern California.
Former Vice President Al Gore sent an SOS to the world and July 7, 2007, will mark the day many big-name rockers, actresses and actors finally heed his call, joining hands and triggering a global movement to “save our selves” and a climate in crisis.
Thanks to Chuck Berry, rock ‘n’ roll has an irreplaceable backbeat “any ole’ time you use it.”
Please allow us to introduce Ryan Adams, a man of musical wealth and taste.
An epic tale of resentment and vengeance, “Electra” revealed a world of tragedy and tears, illustrating one woman’s risk-all journey for justice.
A heroic and patriotic soul deeply affected by the events of Sept. 11, First Lieutenant Jared Landaker, a helicopter pilot with the HMM-364 Purple Foxes, Camp Pendleton, and a 2003 University of La Verne graduate, joined the Marine Corps as a junior, deploying to Iraq in August 2006.
If musical discoveries were the true sign ‘o’ the times, each Zodiac gone round would generate opportunities ‘o’ plenty for rock ‘n’ roll grandeur, eventually depleting self-proclaimed enthusiasts’ financial assets.
With a few choruses of “Jingle Bell Rock,” sips of spiced eggnog and a deep-bellied “Ho-ho-ho” between licks of a classic peppermint cane, good ol’ Saint Nick will check his naughty and nice list twice before spreading yuletide cheer through holiday wishes fulfilled this season.