When Oasis took the stage at Metlife in the Jersey swamps, I screamed with joy alongside 60,000 other fans. The spring before, Pearl Jam played “Daughter,” and I quietly sobbed, standing in a sold-out ...
When you are dying, at least in my limited experience, you start remembering everything. Images come in flashes—people and places and stray conversations—and refuse to stop. I see my best friend from ...
49 years ago, Martin Scorsese directed what I (and many others) believe to be the best concert film of all time, The Last Waltz. The movie documents what was supposed to be the final concert for The ...