Toby Leighton-Pope, 35, is vice president of music for Live Nation. He's been promoting Hard Rock Calling since it began seven years ago
Drums - Picasso
I've always wondered what he could do with a pair of sticks.
Sir Paul McCartney paid tribute to the other "three boys" in the Beatles as he unveiled his own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Former Manchester City forward Neil Young has died, aged 66, the club confirmed today.
Since the break-up of Oasis, Noel Gallagher has been keeping a low profile, biding his time and quietly working on new material with one David McDonnell, lead singer of Liverpool's the Sand Band.
Last week, rock stars chose their favourite live albums. Here, our readers have their say
When Midlake last played London, back in January, the venue for their songs of bucolic yearning was Wilton's Music Hall in the East End, an apt alliance of architectural and musical renovation. Tonight, it's the refurbished engine-shed of the Roundhouse, equally apt in the sense of providing a post-industrial setting for their pre-industrial tales, as if two clocks were ticking in opposite directions, their hands fortuitously coincident only in this exact point at this exact time.
Daniel Lanois is a producer who makes every record he works on sound like a Daniel Lanois album.
Recognise the name? He’s Gillian Welch’s other half, the idiosyncratic picker/producer who harmonises.
Cult classics with an electric charge
I went to the Comedy Carnival in Dublin. It's a fantastic experience and really well programmed, with lots of interesting acts.
With his band the MGs, Booker T was the resident genius at one of America's great soul labels. Now, with a bit of help from Neil Young, he's turning off his organ and enrolling in the school of rock
For the past few years, Neil Young's hobby has been what's known as the Lincvolt project, converting his treasured 1959 Lincoln Continental to run on eco-fuels, the vehicle then being driven across the USA. Now, as is often the way with this most prolific and spontaneous of rockers, he's made a record about the experience – a single-issue album which, Neil being Neil, gets sidetracked occasionally into rants about whatever drifts across his radar. Both the title track and "Cough Up the Bucks" find him firing off weak salvoes at bankers and politicians, which reveal him to be no Robert Peston. Unfortunately, he's no scientific genius either, which renders the string of eco-car songs little more than bland automotive boogies, the sound of Fork in the Road being largely unvarnished blues-rock of undistinguished quality, ragged but nowhere near as glorious as he can deliver. "Johnny Magic" is a tribute to Jonathan Goodwin, his boffin partner in the Lincvolt business, while the funk-rock strutter "Fuel Line" is a lazy would-be eco-anthem too drab and clumsy to be adopted as a clarion call. "Just Singing a Song" touches on the nub of the problem with this album, Neil clearly believing his hands-on action is the way forward, and that "just singing a song won't change the world". Well, not this song. But isn't that what he does?
Neil Young is in dog-like, grunge, anti-consumerist, apocalyptic, preach mode, with lardy backbeat and durrr-brain chord changes nurdled through amps cranked to 11.
The sleeve typography of Beware echoes Neil Young's Tonight's The Night, and while the contents aren't quite as dismissive of listeners' sensibilities, they're still marked by the ruthless, even cruel streak that has become Will Oldham's characteristic trope.