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abtest

Magic, loss and Lou

By Igan D’Bayan | December 2, 2013 - 12:00am

It was the grayest of summers.

Arts and Culture

Set the twilight reeling

By Scott R. Garceau | November 3, 2013 - 12:00am

Satellite’s gone, up to the sky,Things like that drive me out of my mind.— Lou Reed, Satellite of Love

Sunday Lifestyle

R.I.P. Lou Reed, godfather of weird

By Alex Almario | November 2, 2013 - 12:00am

It’s strange to suddenly live in a world where Lou Reed is dead. Ever since forming the highly influential band The Velvet Underground in the mid-‘60s, Reed never really stopped making music or outrageous...

Supreme

Songs of bittersweet love

February 14, 2012 - 12:00am

We really need to get away from the cheesy “I just called to say I love you” and Air Supply choruses, people.

Health And Family

More Bangs for the buck

By Scott R. Garceau | June 1, 2011 - 12:00am

Almost every dude who aspires to music criticism encounters Lester Bangs at some point.

For Men

Brit Pop's tougher side

By Philip Cu-Unjieng | April 11, 2010 - 12:00am

Skirting within the mainstream of Brit Pop are acts that carry more serious musical pedigrees, and flirt with such genres as rock, hip-hop and electronica.

Entertainment

Transformer

By Igan D’Bayan | April 17, 2006 - 12:00am

The very first book I ever bought with my own money (no, not counting colossal, ponderous textbooks required in school) was Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. I scrimped and saved just to buy that Bantam edition...

Arts and Culture

Music for trip junkies

By Igan D’Bayan | April 2, 2004 - 12:00am

Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs had yage. Timothy Leary had lysergic acid. The street urchins on Roxas Boulevard have solvent. At least some of us got music.

Young Star

Perfect day

By Audrey N. Carpio | January 30, 2004 - 12:00am

Drink sangria in the park, and then later, when it gets dark we go home. Just a perfect day, feed animals in the zoo, then later, a movie, too, and then home.

Young Star

Apocalypse to the ears: The most mind-altering albums of all time

By Igan D’Bayan | July 23, 2002 - 12:00am

Listening to music has become an empty and meaningless ritual. You push the stereo’s POWER button, take the disc off its case...

Young Star