The singer has teased a new release date for the set and announced a companion album to boot.
In the latest issue of Q magazine, Avril Lavigne submitted an inane list of her “Ten Commandments.”
The House Next Door will not publish any more stand-alone links to the Spielberg series.
I see now why lists can sometimes cause such headaches.
Her performance is both a testament to how well written a song “Umbrella” is and a reminder of how underrated a singer Moore is.
Ingmar Bergman dies in the morning. Michelangelo Antonioni dies at night. On the same day. In the middle of summer.
Watch the fuck out Rachael Ray, here comes Iron Chef David Lynch!
Beginning next month, Billboard will once again tool around with the formula that comprises their Hot 100 Singles chart.
Leave it to the creative minds at the New York Post to twist Kelly Clarkson’s words and fabricate a story.
Judging by the photographs in the CD booklet for My December, it seems David Hodges may have done more damage to his ex than simply break her heart.
La Jetée is a pretext for Marker to examine the impermanence of experience.
Few critics appreciate, let alone care to understand, the horror genre, past or present.
The 60th edition of the Cannes Film Festival has come to a close.
I was less than enthused at the news of what seems like a premature Smashing Pumpkins reunion.
A glorified karaoke bar isn’t exactly the kind of place you’d expect to find an artist with a career as varied and prolific as Tori Amos’s.
Despite some complaints to the contrary, Beyoncé’s B’Day does not sound like it was recorded in two weeks.
The use of the word isn’t offensive because of Carnes or Oscar’s sexuality, a point lost on Michael Scott, Elvis, and apparently many others.
It’s easily the best thing she’s released in years and features one of her best vocals to date.
I was in awe of his ability to keep his shit together given the inanities that came out of the mouth of the opposing talking head.
This is a complete list of the winners at the 79th Annual Academy Awards.