The turf wars at New York City’s hip hop station, Hot 97.

The drunken genius of Harry Nilsson, the American Beatle.

The “blood sport” of classical music reviews.

Remembering the indie rock club that The New York Times once said was “so New York that it’s in New Jersey.”

On the origins of The Village People.

After being fired from both Nirvana and Soundgarden, Jason Everman joined the Special Forces.

Listening to music in prison.

An interview with Rick Rubin.

On the county fair and casino circuit with Huey Lewis, who at 61 is “part of a select fraternity of musicians who can draw a couple thousand people in dozens (if not hundreds) of middle-American towns … scattered throughout the country.”

Seven years after being fired from The Replacements, their founding guitarist is an thirty-three-year-old unemployed line cook living amongst memories in Minneapolis. He would be dead within two years.

"I think what Kanye West is going to mean is something similar to what Steve Jobs means. I am undoubtedly, you know, Steve of Internet, downtown, fashion, culture. Period. By a long jump. I honestly feel that because Steve has passed, you know, it’s like when Biggie passed and Jay-Z was allowed to become Jay-Z."

A profile of Stevie Nicks.

“I haven’t put out an album in 20 years. Let’s face it. I am an oldies act. I just don’t want it to be like when you watch Channel 13 and there’s the Delltones or some English band from the ’60s, and they’re real crotchety and they look terrible, and I go, ‘Oh, God, I don’t want to be on that show.’”

Patsy Cline’s hometown and the debate over her legacy.

The meaning of the Eurovision Song Contest.

An early profile of Justin Beiber.

A profile of the country music legend.

Fifty years ago, a gay, cross-dressing, black singer named Jackie Shane scored a surprise radio hit. A few years later, he disappeared.

Why our old narratives about race and culture “just don’t fit anymore.”

A profile of the Van Halen frontman.

A profile of the D.O.C., the rapper’s rapper, who ghostwrote for Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg.

How the Brooklynization of culture killed regional music scenes.

Conspiracy theories, utopian fantasies, and cult involvement surrounding the international standard of musical tuning.

A dying grandmother shares a story about meeting George Harrison.

"I went to my room a little catatonic, in a mixture of religious awe and fascination with my grandmother. I confirmed the information and yes, Rishikesh was that city in India where the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi’s ashram was, where the Beatles had stayed in the late 1960s and where they had composed a bunch of songs. It was incredible that Gran had managed to associate the song I had played with all that. And remembered the song, and that it was by George, and included herself in the story, to boot."

An asshole learns to sing.