For each sappy love song, I've added a counterpoint, a tune that approaches the concept of love with, shall we say, a jaundiced eye.

Trigger Hippy’s debut album mixes rock, blues and country. The musical combinations at play create a sound that is both fresh and classic.

This Playlist is a sampling of tunes on my musical map, songs that have become inextricably linked for me with specific places.

To immunize your child against pop, play this mix late at night while the infant is nursing. For best results, repeat often.

An album filled with acoustic nuggets, some with a Celtic quality, others a jazz influence, but all in the troubadour spirit of Bob Dylan.

While brass drives the music of St. Paul & The Broken Bones, the roots of classic rock are all in there, blended together in a unique sound.

This Playlist features songs from the embarrassingly sappy mix tape I made for my now-wife when she went to Europe for a summer in college.

One of the staples of my teenage radio-listening days in NYC was the “Old, New, Borrowed and Blue” sets on WNEW; here’s my first ONBB set.

Shovels and Rope blend folk, bluegrass, rock, garage, country and a whiff of punk, tying it all together with pitch-perfect harmonies.

These tracks may not be about ghosts and goblins, but they nonetheless cast a long, dark shadow of foreboding.

What's the shelf life for aging rock star Halloween costumes?

“Blue Eyes” is the first tune that ever hooked me from the lead-in count, a perfect set up for the slow-burning twangy goodness to follow.

Gary Moore’s version of Hendrix’s “Voodoo Child” stopped me dead in my tracks, challenging my long-held theory of cover songs.

This Playlist was compiled according to a painstaking methodology I've developed over the years.

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

A gym playlist for classic rock fans guaranteed to get you through your workout — guaranteed.

I know a band rocks when it inspires a bald fifty-something to stage dive — thrice. And my wife to skip the gym in favor of drinking.

The Stone Foxes have a polished grittiness that features great structure and arrangements while also channeling the rawness of rock.

If you're heading to the mountains and don’t have any Barry Manilow on hand, try this mix for inspiration.

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.