Kenneth Partridge

I don’t expect my son to be a saint. I just hope he grows up with the good sense to see bullying and fear-mongering for what they are.

For years, I’ve been telling my wife that we should form a band. Never mind that I’m a hack guitarist and she claps like Hillary Clinton at the

Some things never go out of style. Take, for instance, sunny, swirly '60s garage rock — a psychedelic sound that The Bangles revved up for the N

The title of the new Waxahatchee record, Ivy Tripp, refers to a type of personal quest for happiness that your parents might not understand. Then again, th

The biggest challenge of SXSW, after pacing yourself with the beer and tacos, is catching all those “can't miss” acts everyone is buzzing

The body of work we may eventually call the “Book of Megan James” is now two chapters long. This week, James and Corin Roddick, her partner in

In 2014, a year dominated by savvy female hitmakers, the smartest artists recognized the false dilemma that now exists between pop and anti-pop, prom queen

A filmmaker by trade, John Waters belongs to that rarest class of American entertainers. More than his beloved cult movies — Pink Flamingos, Cry-Baby

Photographed by Samantha Marble. Basilica Soundscape isn’t quite the “anti-festival” that organizers Brandon Stosuy (of Pitchfork), Brain