Isaac Newton’s third law of motion states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Darryl Sterdan, Special to Postmedia Network
National music writer Darryl Sterdan is old enough to know better. He lives mostly in his head but also on his couch in Winnipeg, where he listens to music, thinks about music, writes about music and obsesses over music 24/7/365. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But he really will have to get that couch cleaned one of these days.
It’s that time again — time to choose the most memorable CDs of the year. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t hear every album that came out in 2016. But I did listen to more than 1,000. Here are the ones I’ll still be listening to next year:
Tony Bennett is still going strong. And he isn’t going anywhere.
The album may be running out of steam, but the box set is still going strong.
’Twas weeks before Christmas, and like every year, I had holiday albums right up to here.
All Loretta Lynn wants for Christmas is peace and quiet. But like countless working women, she knows the odds of that happening.
He’s turned a corner. Or rather, turned back. Sting makes a long-overdue return to rock on his 12th post-Police studio disc, ditching the sea shanties, ancient madrigals and pastoral lutes for songs that actually feature electric guitar, live drums and pop hooks.
Time marches on. Even for Metallica.
Speaking truth to power. Speaking powerful truths. Rapper Common does both on his 11th album, eloquently and passionately weighing in on racism, sexism, politics and violence.
If you think Pink Floyd’s massive new box The Early Years: 1965-1972 seems like a long haul, try being Nick Mason.
They’re looking up at the stars with their feet on the ground.
Sam Roberts’ timing is out of this world.
Gord Downie has spent three decades chronicling and commemorating the history and mystery of Canada.
One-hit wonders come and go. Hell is in it for the long haul.
Jack White follows his own path. Even on anthologies. Instead of your standard hits and highlights set, the singer-guitarist takes an alternate route, collecting unplugged fare from his White Stripes, Raconteurs and solo albums.
It’s a bleak world after all. Especially in contemporary R&B. Coming on the glum heels of fellow countrymen like The Weeknd and Drake, Montreal-based Londoner Alex Fleming strikes a pensive pose on his debut full-length, surrounding his quavering falsetto and lyrical angst with atmospherically cold, starkly stylized slow jams. Music for lonely nights.
Blink-182 are finally seeing eye-to-eye again. “There’s definitely more unity,” agrees founding member Mark Hoppus. “We really have a renewed sense of purpose and fun and energy. It’s a whole new chapter.”
Indeed we are, Steven. Indeed we are. Take you, for example: You’re a skinny-assed, big-lipped rock ’n’ roll belter from Boston who’s been the frontman of Aerosmith for nearly half a century.
With Gord Downie and The Tragically Hip now out on what could be their final tour, there’s no better time to rewind their studio catalogue:
For a Canadian act, an international hit is like a Senate appointment: