David Ecker

Welcome to Dick Clark’s rockin’ world

Columnist David Ecker reflects on the possibility of the music industry without Dick Clark.

To the naysayers: Some optimism for an unexpected Bacchanal

While Pitbull and Springsteen are playing downtown, Columbians get to party with some jazz-electronica and surf punk.

The trouble with catalogues

As musicians create new music, they try at once to escape and summon their past.

The dark side of art: What we can learn from Whitney’s memorial service

Once an artist has left us, it seems they can't disapoint anymore.

Just gimme some truth: do stage personas compromise an artist’s authenticity?

For columnist David Ecker, we all have different taste in music, and that should be what guides our listening habits.

Grooveshark’s legal woes are not the end

With changes gripping the online music sharing world, what can a regular consumer expect?

A Case for Improvisation

A little over a week ago, pianist Brad Mehldau played a five-day set legendary New York jazz club The Village Vanguard. I own nearly all of Mehldau’s albums and am an obsessive listener, yet did not recognize a single song throughout his set. From an obscure McCartney cover to something from AMC’s “Mad Men,” Mehldau managed to go 90 minutes without resorting to the familiar, even in the eyes of his most ardent fans. His solos turned each song into a mini-symphony, and the communication between Mehldau and his rhythm section would be the envy of even the most loving spouses.