That's right. It's gross. It's also not really a beard. But ask yourself as you take a gander at Lemmy Kilmister's facial decor if, even for one second, you give a damn about its beard semantics. That's right, you do not. Now, this is probably because you are distracted by those two whatever-they-are's on his cheek, but nevertheless, let us begin analysis:

There is only one thing you need to know about Lemmy Kilmister: balls. Lots of them. There are a few reasons Lemmy = balls. First and foremost, he is the most prominent member of the celebrated rock music band Motorhead who have existed since 1975 and created many a-classic album (click through the links for details). More relevant to our interests,...

Attention friends, fans and other critics, after a long hiatus, I, The Barstool Genius - The Seagram Sage of saintly advice has returned – ready to answer all your questions and pour the quixotic elixir of wisdom into your souls like whiskey melting the ice in a tumbler.

Recently I received this email:

"Dear Barstool Genius,

I’m on a dating website called Plenty of Fish and so far no one’s biting.  I don’t look like Johnny Depp, but I’m no Igor either – just an average dude who’s a tad shy. After a failed attempt at initiating contact with a nice looking girl who had a cool profile, I logged out in frustration....

Adam Green is greater than, not equal to, the Moldy Peaches (also, how Kimya Dawson ruined music)

Adam Green is legitimately weird. After seeing him perform with the Dead Trees at Petit Campus last Monday, I can’t tell if he’s been snorting too much blowcaine for the past 5 years or if he just actually reverts to his psychotic, 6 year old self on a sugar high when on stage. In either case, I can safely say Green is an incredibly libidinous artist. And yes, this article is basically the extent to which I can make use of my sociology minor in the real world.  It is now time for a staple preface that suggests I’m a very self-involved writer. 

As I have definitely...

Yoav Sadan, born in 1975 in Tel Aviv, Israel. Today he is known worldwide simply as Yoav. The name alone stands out from all the musicians and band names I have ever heard. A growing star, Yoav manages to not only maintain his personal identity, but he has uses his intriguing personality to appear to a worldwide audience. I have a personal connection to Yoav because he was born in Israel, which I will have the pleasure of visiting this summer. There is a strong connection between the meaning of Yoav’s name and his music; Yoav is Hebrew for “God is father” and from the moment Yoav got onstage, I felt the presence of spirituality and mysticism. I was convinced that the crowd would begin to levitate...

On April 15^th, Califfornia’s own sound of the sixties, The Morning Benders, kept the Sala Rosa in stiches for the better part of an amazing evening. 

It came on a positive night for Montrealers, as the Montreal Canadians just managed a come from behind victory against Alexander Ovechkin and the favoured-to-win Capitals, and post-season hockey victories mark the beginning of a memorable night for most Montrealers. News of this victory quickly circulated throughout the youthful, college-aged crowd, and as if by clockwork the concert began immediately following the hockey game's conclusion.  

The four fresh-faced band members took to the stage, brimming over with musical...

It's hard to imagine a more bewildering sensation for a relatively new musician than arriving in a country you've never even visited before and have people greet you like a big deal, especially when you're a young songwriter touring behind your second record of songs you recorded by yourself with sub-par equipment. That was precisely the case when Kristian Mattson, AKA The Tallest Man on Earth, came to Petit Campus to play for a sold-out crowd, in support of the stellar The Wild Hunt.

A few words on that subject first. Mattson's first record, Shallow Grave, was certainly no slouch, with some of its songs (particularly "I Won't Be Found," "The Gardner" and the hypnotic "Where Will My...

Running late as usual, I ran into la Tulipe last Friday night right at the end of Hawksley Workman’s second song of the night.  I must admit it was my virgin experience with this multi-talented performer and I was not prepared for the banter. 

Hawksley Workman loves to talk. On my entrance to what I thought would be a musical journey, in which I was excited to hear some old songs, mixed in with the new songs from his recent MeatMilk and albums, I was not prepared to hear story after story.  It almost felt like I was watching a TV special. 

Something else you notice right away is that he changes guitars almost after every song.  When I entered the venue, he was playing a Les Paul standard.  He then...

Do you ever lie awake, dreaming of the early '90s, while listening to the likes of Sleater-Kinney, Bratmobile, Heavens to Betsy or Bikini Kill? Do you reminisce back to your Doc Marten days when Doc Martens made their first fashion resurgence? Do you ever wonder what life would be like if the Riot Grrrl scene didn't disintegrate (albeit, many rad things have been birthed by this action – like Ladyfest, and Girls Rock Camp...)? Do you ever think about what happened to the feminist queer riot grrrl writers inspired by such an amazing time in our recent history? What? Not really? Well, let me tell you why you should think such things...