Hey Cold War Kids! Don’t Even Think About “Hanging Me Up To Dry”
Cold War Kids, you darn corndogs, you. All love. And reader, if you too are part of the Certified “Hang Me Up To Dry” Hate Club, email me. Let’s get lunch.
Cold War Kids, you darn corndogs, you. All love. And reader, if you too are part of the Certified “Hang Me Up To Dry” Hate Club, email me. Let’s get lunch.
It is manic and dizzying; it is brilliant.
As the music industry assimilates into the age of streaming, the future of guitar bands faces dire uncertainty; bands that thrive in live settings must now adapt in order to adhere to the rigid standards of the music industry.
After all, it’s a concert, not tea time at Buckingham Palace.
To grow back the long black hair, put on a stupid, neon outfit and just make fun music. Maybe that was a mistake.
Truthfully, I never felt cooler rocking my Converse after learning about ‘Three Artists, One Song.’ Call it brand loyalty or what have you, but knowing the people who made my shoes could get down with what I’m into–that was everything.
The tracks quickly become a secret that only fans indoctrinated into the world of the musician are familiar with and unintentionally become the foundation to the community of fans the artist has. But if these songs are so popular and beloved, why do artists hesitate to give the fans what they want?
Spotify Wrapped season is upon us.
I’m a country music fan. Are you?