The line "Just like a candle in the eye of a hurricane" may have echoes of a certain song about Marilyn Monroe, but "Hurricane" by producer D. James Goodwin's current project Snowflake isn't an elegy: it's a churning, tempestuous vision of art rock.
In Season 9 of "The Simpsons," Lisa is convinced that she possesses a gene that will render her as stupid as Homer and Bart someday, and in an effort to feed her brain with as much culture as possible before its inevitable decline, she goes to a jazz club and is dismayed when another patron compares the performance to someone "hitting a baby with a cat."
Hopping club to club mainly throughout Lower Manhattan, N.Y., save for a handful of shows in Brooklyn, is the only way to absorb the CMJ Music Marathon's seemingly endless array of music. And if not taken in stride, one might easily fade before the finish line.
Justin Johnson of Pretty Little Empire compared his band's upcoming album release show to a wedding. "This is the one I want people to come to," he said. "If you haven't seen us before or for a while, this is definitely the show to see."
Tame Impala's song "It Feels Like We Only Go Backwards" expresses enough hope and musical beauty that it can assuage the gnarliest of inopportune emotions.
Ezra Furman may look like a scruffier version of Conor Oberst, but on his second solo album, "Day of the Dog," he howls away all prepossessions of indie folk and proves himself to be one of rock 'n' roll's native sons.