All Entries Tagged With: "crossover"

Boo etc

So, today is that most hallowed of we’ens, a time when we all forget that we are no longer children and turn dressing up into a competitive sport. In honour of this day, Miss Mussel has done some late night trawling of the tube that is you and found some musical things that might [...]

This Just In

Andrea Bocelli tells the Times, “I sold myself short for fame and fortune.”
In other news: eggs break when you drop them.
Note to Mr Bocelli: In case you weren’t sure, here’s how it happened.

Thursday Links

Loads of fresh links to get you through Thursday, which is nearly Friday, which is nearly the weekend. Hurrah!

Colin Holter @ The New Music Box asks, “Why would a quartet learn and present my piece when they could be learning and presenting the Grosse Fuge?”

Over at Dial M, Phil Ford brings to our attention [...]

Hating Celine: The Ethical Choice

It causes Miss Mussel great pain to admit it, but she shares citizenship with the pictured woman/stick insect, aptly described by Sam Anderson as
the Antichrist of the indie sensibility, an overemoting schmaltz-bot who has somehow managed to convert the ethos of Wal-Mart into sine waves and broadcast them, at kidney-rupturingly high volume, directly into [...]

Optimism is denial, so face the facts and move on

An interview in today’s Telegraph with Il Divo in which the boys whinge about being called a boy band and try their best to convince readers that they should be taken seriously, puts Miss Mussel in an awkward position.
In this situation, poking fun is so easy its not even appealing. The boys’ own management [...]

“Rinucio is a hottie with a smokin’ body”

So, here’s the thing. Miss Mussel hates crossover artists. Mostly it’s because crossing over, as it were, always seems to dilute the genres involved rather than taking the best of both, which is ostensibly the point of the whole exercise. But, as every hater knows, sometimes a person has to take a break [...]

Wheel of Misfortune

 
Each performance took a tiny strip off of your credibility. It happened so slowly, you didn’t really notice straight away. The money was good and middle class, middle aged soccer moms the world over have chosen you to provide their dinner party ambiance instead of Michael Bolton or that pesky Josh Groban. So [...]