(The number of chain-record stores nationwide has dwindled. However, St. Louis has become an unlikely safe haven for indie record shops -- and for DJs who prefer to spin the black circle instead of scrolling their iPods. In this weekly column, we'll focus on personal portraits of St. Louis' record a ... More >>
Artist: Phil Collins Album: No Jacket Required From: Vintage Vinyl Year: 1985 Label: Atlantic Records What it sounds like: The 80's Dance Pop Special: A smooth synthesizer groove, with an order of keyboards, drum machines, and horns on the side.
Justin Timberlake kisses his pop roots adios
A round-up of summer's surefire hits (and definite duds)
Stand clear: A young St. Louis sculptor named Moses has entered the building
We talk shop with Duran Duran's John Taylor, convict the Bravery of crimes against music and give thirteen reasons why Journey rules
Radar Station mourns a broken streak
Pick your personal Jesus, plus three questions for a pop princess and the poetry of heavy metal
Sham Daugherty and Alonzo Lee Jr., the Trak Starz, aim to make St. Louis the center of the hip-hop universe
Work and play are the same thing to Marshall Crenshaw
Saturday, May 24; Rib America Festival, Soldiers Memorial Plaza (Market and Tucker)
Week of June 5, 2002
No, the Replacements aren't getting back together -- yet
Hip-hop legend Prince Paul is responsible for some of the music's most transcendent moments
Slammies no more -- it's the Riverfront Times Music Awards
From a suburban roller rink, identical twins David and Darren Stith gamble on future hip-hop stars. Getting paid is everyone's preoccupation.
Arcade Lanes is nothing fancy, and Jim Lampson likes it that way. Could this faded jewel be the best bowling alley on earth?
Baz Luhrmann makes movies -- and audiences -- in his own image
Louis de Bourbon, heir to the throne of France, arrives in his ancestor's city next month for a friendly visit. But the politics of French royalty require finesse.
Saturday, Jan. 29; American Theater
So ... How's Your Girl? (Tommy Boy)
Christian rock combines the Lord's message with the devil's beat. Sometimes the result is exhilaration. Sometimes it's god-awful confusion.