Category Archives: Indie Rooney

Bah! Kids today don’t know who Andy Rooney was, but several generations of Americans, including my own, grew up watching him complain about things every Sunday at the end of 60 Minutes. His name became synonymous with the word “curmudgeon,” … Continue reading →

Bah! Time keeps on tickin’ and all you young people keep on sickin’. Sicking me out that is! With your young people ways that are different from mine. Let’s see, what’s on the docket today . . . right! Rock … Continue reading →

Bah! I’m back! And I’m still unhappy about things and you should be too! So anyway . . . what’s up with all the blasted music videos these days? Back in MY day, you only made a music video if … Continue reading →

Bah! What’s with all this happy music? From synthy dance stuff to quirky Juno-soundtrack pablum, it’s like they’re piping prozac into the water system. Back in MY day, indie rock meant whining about the girlfriend that done you wrong, or … Continue reading →

Bah! I hate all this quantity! Quantity and quality! In recorded music that is. Used to be, you grew up with 4 CDs at home and one of them was Harry Connick Jr. 2 were collections of Irish folk songs … Continue reading →

Alright then, let’s have a look at you. Hmm . . . no. This won’t do. This won’t do at all!

What’s the deal with all this “rootsy Americana?” The only fad more popular than starting a synthy dance band is starting a “country” or “folk” or “southern rock/hillbilly/country/folk” band. And the only thing it makes me want to do more than … Continue reading →

Remember the physical world? You know, before the iNTeRNeTz0rz? Back when you had to hunt for specific ink-stained pieces of ground-up trees to get little bits of misinformation regarding HUGELY IMPORTANT but obscure MUSICAL BANDS, and you had to buy … Continue reading →

Bah! What’s up with all the dance music these days? There are like, a million electro-funky-disco dance bands. In my day, the only people dancing at shows were hippies who were shoeless and stoned and we hated them. They’d be up … Continue reading →