Linda Leseman is a freelance journalist who writes mostly about music for the Village Voice. Her work has appeared in other Voice Media Group publications, as well as in The Believer, The Brooklyn Rail, and American Theatre Magazine. She holds a B.A. in Theatre and Dance from the University of Texas at Austin and an M.A. in Journalism with a focus on Cultural Reporting and Criticism from New York University. Before moving to New York, she spent a quarter-century in Texas but is from Albuquerque, New Mexico.
18 days ago | Heavy Metal
WARNING: Do not attempt this at home, unless you enjoy suffering. After reading, do not stick your fingers in your eyes or near other precious body parts. Don’t do that after eating hot sauce, either. A spicy metal show hits the Music Hall of Will...
Nile Rodgers on New Chic Songs and Keeping at It: 'Nobody Would Ask Eric Clapton to Stop Playing the Blues'
Tonight at Martha Clara Vinyard in Riverhead, Long Island, legendary record producer Nile Rodgers will host the FreakOut! Let’s Dance Festival. The two-day event boasts dozens of artists, including some of the biggest names in mainstream pop as we...
If there's an apex of achievement in the music business, Nile Rodgers is sitting atop it. The legendary record producer and native New Yorker has gone from unstable beginnings (he grew up in the Fifties in Greenwich Village with heroin-addicted pa...
maverick noun: a person who refuses to follow the customs or rules of a group - Merriam-Webster When the Mavericks were last in New York, they drove the crowd at Town Hall into such a state of jubilation that people were dancing in the aisle...
Alice Cooper said you can’t shock an audience anymore, and he’s right: there's not much that hasn’t already been done. Likewise, espousing a Satanic life philosophy is just another one of those things that some metal artists do with forked tongue ...
2 months ago | Concert Reviews
When the curtain at Radio City Music Hall lifted on Friday night to reveal the orchestra rising up from below as it launched into the first bars of “Anything Goes” popped and effervesced, it was an only-in-New-York type of minute, the sort of pris...