It's a very specific feeling when you know you're about to get demolished by a semi on a dark highway in Ohio. Someone in the van said "we're going to die." The world seemed to move in slow motion. There was a body of water running parallel to the road and now, because we had spun, we were facing it. I had time to think about flooring it and taking our chances swimming in the icy water.
Music is subjective. It is deeply personal. And this is why the Apple-U2 debacle is so weird. Because it feels like Apple forgot how important this stuff actually is.
This is far more than just a battle over the shape of mouse ears. This is a battle between a company and character that has had a turn in the spotlight for more than long enough, and a modern musician who is trying to make his image and name known.
What I'm saying to Sam Smith is that he might not want to be a spokesperson for gay rights, but as far as I care he doesn't really have a choice in the matter. If he wants to sit next to Katy Perry and Miley Cyrus at the VMAs, then he's going to have to face up to the fact that his words have weight to them now.
His latest project is a labor of love for him -- it's a documentary called Keep On Keepin' On that pays tribute to his mentor, trumpet legend Clark Terry as the 93-year-old struggles with failing health while still teaching another generation of musicians.
You should love Beyonce. Yeah, that's right. I said you should love Beyonce. You shouldn't love her because she's beautiful. You don't even need to like her music. You should love Beyonce, because she's a black woman at the top of her game. We need it.
Jay Z's music has always expressed love for a little liquid refreshment. With his late night spot The 40/40 club offering custom cocktails and single malts, it is clear that Mr. Carter takes his drinking seriously. Here are Jay Z's seven favorite types of booze -- from popping Champagne to sipping on the good stuff.
With Arcade Fire the hipster-millennial era finally has its champion. It's not only a validation of our generation's dominant cultural trend, but rather a definition, an explanation of it, for we didn't quite understand what we'd been doing ourselves. We finally have something we can love without reservations, without compromise.That's why we danced.
This past weekend, we embraced an opportunity of a lifetime -- a chance to kick off Budweiser's Made In America Festival. The past few months leading up to this have been a dream. It started when we were invited to be a part of a documentary on indie bands.
The creator of such standards as If You Could Read My Mind, Early Morning Rain, Carefree Highway and Sundown still performs upwards of eighty concerts a year in North America.
I could quote any of their words like a Southern preacher quotes the Bible. My rock and roll apostles. All, to me, spoke Truth. But while the others had been divorced too many collective times to count, Neil and Pegi stood tall and strong, always.
Summer is almost behind us and it's been anything but a boring one for electronic music fans, from torrential rain at Burning Man to drug deaths at VELD. With festival season drawing to a close we're bringing you our report from Shambhala on the Bundschuh's farm in the Kootenay Rockies. HuffPost Canada made the trek to the property near Salmo, B.C. with 13,000 or so others to take in the 17th edition of this innovative spectacle. The breathtaking setting provided the foundation for encounters with musicians such as Moby, Andy C and A Tribe Called Red, as well as the backdrop for a collection of life-changing moments -- literally.
Han Han doesn't enjoy performing her new album. "These songs are physically and mentally exhausting," she says. The emotional intensity on her self-titled debut album is palpable even to those of us who don't understand all the lyrics.
It's impossible for her to represent every woman, but much of what she stands for - confidence, fearlessness, self-awareness - can still translate and provide the building blocks essential for growing a new generation of independent, free-thinking women.
Rap producer and real life cartoon thug kingpin Suge Knight was shot multiple times on Sunday during a Chris Brown-hosted VMA Awards party at a Los Angeles nightclub. Watching the footage of screaming party-goers scrambling for cover, my first thought should have been that I hope that no one was killed, but instead it was "Really? This is still a thing?"
The Video Music Awards have become a halfhearted, one-dimensional, and quite frankly inexplicable use of airtime, and in the post-TRL years have become about as relevant and vital as the music video itself.