These are the best songs that have been put out, buzzed about or listened to in the past week. If anyone tells you otherwise, they’re probably lying. If you don’t like every single one of these, you’re probably lying to yourself. Read More »
You may remember our dear friend and DC local musician Long Walks on the Beach, who has played our stage and who has played on our station many many times and who has no doubt played on repeat in your head, in your heart, in the deep recesses of your mind as you’re falling asleep, all thumping bass drums and jingle-jangling guitars, filling the empty dark room, building slowly from a beat, with smooth, even-keeled vocals: slow jam on a Saturday night.
When I was six, I learned that my younger brother was partially deaf. My parents had noticed that he was having a hard time responding to them, and after a couple of tests and trips to the otologist, they learned that was due to the fact that he was only able register the lowest frequencies of sound in his left ear. My parents were understandably concerned; Mr. Holland’s Opus had just been released, after all. Fortunately, though, the doctors said my brother’s imperfect hearing would only be a slight annoyance for him and that he wouldn’t really be at risk of full deafness as long as he avoided standing in the front row at rock concerts.
