Seeing the Chilean cover band was like taking a university course on Pink Floyd. I was stunned how thin my knowledge was of the Floyd.

For the Uruguayans, the Stones’ first-ever concert in Uruguay was about more than the music.

U2's like an old friend I’ve lost touch with through the years. But a recent concert reminded me why U2's still one of my favorite bands.

On the way to work the other day, I experienced a powerful musical juxtaposition involving Anthony D’Amato’s “Holy War.”

The Midlife Mixtape music blog solicited lists of songs from bloggers that had an outsize influence on their lives. These are my top five.

While amusing on some level to see the band’s alcohol-infused schtick again, I wanted to tell them it’s okay to take their music seriously.

With the extinction of ticket stubs, I'm left wondering how to compile a record of my concert attendance.

Rather than endlessly streaming in search of sublime new music, couldn’t I live a much happier life just listening to the Rolling Stones?

Some music just sounds better in certain settings. Like seeing an animal in its natural habitat instead of in a zoo.

Music used to be my go-to holiday gift but the Streaming Age has robbed us all of the ability to continue to give music as a gift.

Seeing Hansard perform Astral Weeks is to experience the power of music; how it shines a purifying light on the darkest internal recesses.

My dad loved Barry Manilow. I remember thinking there’s got to be better music than this as he caterwauled to “Mandy.” I’ve evolved--some.

The first gift I gave my son was music. He was a few weeks old when my wife asked me to burn some CDs for her late night feeding sessions.