I went on vacation three weeks ago. It was a spontaneous trip. My best friend, Kevin, was about to head off to England for a year, so on a Friday morning I decided to hop a plane to Southern California, take the following week off and go climb a mountain with him. I've done this kind of thing before, the spontaneous vacation thing. It involves packing quickly, often inadequately; driving yourself mad trying to tie up all the loose ends; and, as far as music is concerned, grabbing whatever CDs are on your desk without giving... More >>>
Interpol, at the Gypsy Tea Room on Monday, is like the cool older brother to "It" bands like Franz Ferdinand, the Killers and the Scissor Sisters. But their album Antics, though brilliant, may signal the end of an era.