— The Haute Critique would like to welcome a new contributor, XT Force. XT Force is a culturally obsessed author whose work has appeared in numerous print and online publications. His warped outlook has given him a perspective that is unique among contemporaries. Currently, he meanders much of the east coast. — Lined up outside [...]
From behind I hear,“If you’re not here, you don’t have youtube.” Fortunately I do, and I brought along an extra ‘power up’ because of it. I’m standing right at the soundboard barricade in the middle of the tent. Hyde from that 70’s show is in there with extra festival workers. The Cure is playing in [...]
Chained to my pillow. A three day party. By the time dawn breaks on Sunday, most revelers have donated the better part of their spirit to the festival. Even as a two day event, Sunday was always much more mellow than Saturday. Feeling a bit fatigued and with the thermometer striving towards triple digits, I [...]
It was hot. Michael Franti played AC/DC and TV on the Radio rang out like a bell. A very sweaty bell. But then…. Dun, dun dun!. The sun set and the haze rose over the Fleet Foxes. It was like listening to The Beach Boys echo off a snowy mountain. With more immediacy than their [...]
In a display of breadth of pop music, Coachella threw together generations of wordsmiths, arguably some of the best of each generation. To hear them side by side was fascinating, inspiring and in some cases perplexing. Morrisey, representing England of the 80’s, created an undeniably pitiful performance. Setting the stage, a piano solo of Memories, [...]
