Send us a text The Rock Hall came in loud, messy, and unexpectedly moving—and we brought receipts. We open with a mea culpa that doubles as a manifesto: Iron Maiden belongs in the Hall. When you put their global sales, generational influence, and still‑feverish fanbase next to multiple inductees, the picture changes fast. From there we break down the night’s sharpest highs and softest misses: Salt‑N‑Pepa’s clinic in craft and energy, a Warren Zevon tribute that needed Werewolves of London, an...
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Send us a text The Rock Hall came in loud, messy, and unexpectedly moving—and we brought receipts. We open with a mea culpa that doubles as a manifesto: Iron Maiden belongs in the Hall. When you put their global sales, generational influence, and still‑feverish fanbase next to multiple inductees, the picture changes fast. From there we break down the night’s sharpest highs and softest misses: Salt‑N‑Pepa’s clinic in craft and energy, a Warren Zevon tribute that needed Werewolves of London, an...
Three Nights with Jack White: From St. Louis to Omaha and Everything in Between, interview with artist Pat Hamou
The Touring Fan Live
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Three Nights with Jack White: From St. Louis to Omaha and Everything in Between, interview with artist Pat Hamou
Send us a text What does it mean to witness true musical spontaneity in an era when most concerts feel meticulously scripted? After following Jack White's No-Name Tour through three Midwest cities in a single week, I discovered the answer—and it forever changed how I view live music. Standing at the rail for consecutive nights in St. Louis, Kansas City, and Omaha, I watched as White and his band delivered three completely different performances without using setlists. The musical telepathy r...
The Touring Fan Live
Send us a text The Rock Hall came in loud, messy, and unexpectedly moving—and we brought receipts. We open with a mea culpa that doubles as a manifesto: Iron Maiden belongs in the Hall. When you put their global sales, generational influence, and still‑feverish fanbase next to multiple inductees, the picture changes fast. From there we break down the night’s sharpest highs and softest misses: Salt‑N‑Pepa’s clinic in craft and energy, a Warren Zevon tribute that needed Werewolves of London, an...
