I live in Nashville.  Nashville has a music scene.  These things should not come as a real surprise.  What you may not know (and shame on you if you don’t, as I have lovingly blogged about these folks before) is that Nashville also has itself a rather popular blog which goes by the name of “HOW DARE YOU WRITE ABOUT BANDS YOU LIKE, MOTHERFUCKER?!!!” No.  I’m sorry.  It’s actually called “STOP...

The king is still alive.  Long live his ulcer!  Ahhh, the music bidness… How do I love thee?  Everyone else does apparently as well.  Or they hate it… Or, well, see, they dig bands but they hate “executives” or… Well… Oh screw this crap!  Let’s watch reality TV. Sound familiar?  Yeah, I don’t know what I’m talking about either; but the point is this: Once upon a time, everything...

Screw your coffee!  How do you take your cream? I take mine daily and I like it sour, snarky and utterly too impressed with itself.  Hell yeah.  I LOVE that blog! Cream... Nashville style... Sour and really damn fond of Bruce Springsteen for some reason The Nashville Cream is the local indie music blog which is run by writers of our local indie paper.  I don’t know the politics, I don’t know the infrastructure and I...

(This is a retro blog–written in early 2007.  I’ve been paid off and grown wise hence…) So explain critics to me… I read Rolling Stone.  I read some of the blogs out there.  I check local and not so local papers.  Some of those folks are pretty harsh at times. A typical critic's review of an album I’ve tried to find consistency in reviews and am having trouble.  Is it subjective to whether they’re feeling in...