Chicago

1997 was without a doubt my favorite year in memory, and its music more than lived up to the times, remaining potent today over twenty years on.

A tribute to Damon G. Riddick, L.A.'s laidback ambassador of machine soul, and his sprawling nocturnal wonderland laid out beneath a neon glow.

One thing that's become apparent through the various stations of this whole Terminal Vibration saga is that the music grows decidedly more electronic...

This time of year — when late autumn begins giving way to the dawning chill of winter — often takes me back to the year 2001, a swirling vortex of electronic jazz and machine soul.

Now we venture beyond the cozy climes of Laurel Canyon and assorted outposts into the realm of the metaphysical, the music that lies at the fringes of canyon proper.

Scenes from Mýa's concert last Thursday, an evening of contemporary r&b music. The show had the feel of an old-time soul revue, with the trio...

This music is like Detroit — a complete mistake. It's like George Clinton and Kraftwerk stuck in an elevator. The subject turns to techno, house and other things...

The elegant beat matrix of electro is to rave what the blues were to rock 'n roll. In other words... it all started with Kraftwerk.

This is a 2018 disco mix filled with music that's lived well past its era to fuel decades of dance and still sounds cutting edge some 33 years on.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. The view stretches from Chicago to the cornfields of Iowa and beyond.