ZZ Top took to the stage for the first time since the passing of longtime bassist Dusty Hill, delivering an emotional and powerful performance at the Tuscaloosa Amphitheater in Alabama. Hill, who passed away in his sleep on July 28, 2021, at the age of 72, had been a cornerstone of the band for over five decades.
Despite the heartbreak, the show went on—just as Dusty had wanted. Before his death, he reportedly told his bandmates to continue without him and personally endorsed the band’s guitar tech of nearly 30 years, Elwood Francis, as his replacement on bass. That wish was honored as Francis took the stage alongside guitarist Billy Gibbons and drummer Frank Beard.
Opening the night with “Got Me Under Pressure,” the trio quickly reminded fans of their signature swagger. Yet, the absence of Hill was deeply felt. As a tribute, Gibbons placed Dusty’s iconic cowboy hat on a microphone stand at center stage, a quiet yet powerful symbol of remembrance. Later in the set, Gibbons addressed the crowd, saying, “Dusty gave me the directive. Elwood’s gonna hold it down for us,” drawing both applause and emotional reactions from the audience.
The band played through classics like “Tush” and “La Grange,” each note carrying added weight and sentiment. Gibbons, known for his cool stage presence, allowed moments of vulnerability to surface, admitting in interviews afterward that stepping on stage without Dusty brought tears to his eyes.
Though the show marked a significant change in ZZ Top’s dynamic, it also stood as a testament to their resilience. Hill’s spirit was present throughout the evening, not only in memory but in music. The performance reassured fans that while the lineup may shift, the legacy of ZZ Top—and Dusty Hill—remains firmly rooted in rock history.
As the band continues their tour, now named “Sharp Dressed Simple Man,” the music rolls on, just as Dusty would have wanted.
In a truly unforgettable moment at the Moody Center in Austin, Texas, country music royalty met rock ‘n’ roll greatness. George Strait, the iconic “King of Country,” surprised the crowd with a rare and heartfelt appearance to introduce none other than Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band.
Dressed in his trademark cowboy hat and boots, Strait received a thunderous ovation as he stepped onto the stage. With a warm Texas drawl, he paid tribute to Springsteen, calling him “one of the greatest storytellers and performers to ever grace a stage.” The atmosphere was electric — two musical titans, each legends in their own right, sharing one spotlight.
After Strait’s gracious introduction, Springsteen and his longtime band launched into an explosive rendition of No Surrender. The energy surged through the venue as the Boss delivered his signature, soul-stirring vocals. Jake Clemons brought the house down on saxophone, channeling the spirit of his late uncle Clarence. Max Weinberg’s pounding drums and Steven Van Zandt’s gritty guitar riffs drove the song forward like a runaway train.
Bathed in red and white lights beneath a giant American flag backdrop, the crowd sang every lyric at the top of their lungs. Homemade signs, applause, and sheer joy filled the arena as country and rock collided in a perfect harmony of genres.
It wasn’t just a concert — it was a once-in-a-lifetime fusion of two American music giants. For those lucky enough to be there, it was more than a show. It was history in the making.
Three years ago this month, music royalty returned to his roots. Sir Tom Jones, Wales’ legendary voice and cultural icon, stood once more under the bright lights of Cardiff’s Principality Stadium, joining Stereophonics for a historic homecoming concert that left no heart untouched.
It was more than just a performance—it was a reunion, a celebration, and for many, a spiritual moment. As Sir Tom, now marking his 85th birthday, took the stage, the crowd erupted for the man who has long been regarded as the soul of Wales.
With a twinkle in his eye and that unmistakable charisma, he greeted the audience with a playful grin:
“What about this weather? Got myself a suntan… in Cardiff! Unbelievable!”
But the mood soon shifted to something far more poignant.
As the familiar chords of Green, Green Grass of Home rang out, a hush fell across the crowd. The song, which has become synonymous with both nostalgia and longing, took on deeper meaning as Sir Tom sang each lyric with powerful emotion. His voice, still commanding and full of depth, trembled slightly as memories swirled around him and the audience.
The ballad’s bittersweet tale—a man returning home only to wake and realize he’s in prison awaiting execution—was especially affecting in this moment. It wasn’t just a song; it was a shared journey back through time, layered with meaning for both the singer and his devoted fans.
Wayne Courtney, a lifelong Tom Jones fan in attendance that night, described the scene: “It felt sacred. When he sang Green, Green Grass of Home, people were crying, hugging. You could see he was holding back tears too. It was pure magic.”
Indeed, for those thousands in the stadium, it wasn’t just another concert. It was a once-in-a-lifetime moment of connection, a proud son of Wales singing the anthem of his heart on his native soil.
And as the final notes echoed through the night air, no one doubted what they had just witnessed—an unforgettable chapter in the story of a legend who had, once again, come home.
The curtain has officially been lifted on Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere, the much-anticipated biopic chronicling a transformative chapter in Bruce Springsteen’s career.
Directed by acclaimed filmmaker Scott Cooper and based on Warren Zanes’ acclaimed book, the film casts The Bear breakout star Jeremy Allen White as Springsteen. Sharing the screen is Succession’s Jeremy Strong, stepping into the role of longtime manager Jon Landau, while veteran actor Stephen Graham brings emotional weight as Springsteen’s late father, Douglas “Dutch” Springsteen.
Set during the making of Springsteen’s stark 1982 album Nebraska, the film delves into the artist’s internal struggle as he veered away from the grand, anthemic sound that defined his earlier work. This deeply personal project captures a moment where The Boss wrestled with fame, identity, and his roots—all while crafting what many consider his most hauntingly honest record.
The trailer, running two and a half minutes, offers glimpses of raw intensity and soul-searching performances. It closes with a jolt of energy: Jeremy Allen White channeling Springsteen in a rousing rendition of Born to Run, a nod to the artist’s enduring legacy.
According to 20th Century Studios, Deliver Me From Nowhere tells the story of a young Springsteen at a crossroads. Alone in his New Jersey bedroom with just a 4-track recorder, he poured his soul into what became Nebraska—a stripped-down masterpiece filled with shadowy characters and quiet desperation, capturing a man grappling with the ghosts of his past and the weight of a rising legend.
It was a scene that could have come straight from the pages of American history — and yet, it unfolded in real time, with a rawness that left the nation trembling. Beneath the solemn gaze of Abraham Lincoln’s statue, two voices of resistance, Joan Baez and Bruce Springsteen, came together for an unforgettable moment that pierced through political noise and reached straight into the heart of America.
The event, titled “Voices for America,” was no ordinary concert. It was a call — a cry — for unity, justice, and moral courage in a country grappling with division. And as dusk fell over Washington, D.C., thousands gathered at the Lincoln Memorial, holding candles, handmade signs, and hope that their voices still mattered.
As Bruce Springsteen strummed the haunting opening chords of “The Ghost of Tom Joad,” the crowd fell into a reverent hush. His voice — gravelly, urgent, unmistakable — began to fill the air:
“Men walkin’ ‘long the railroad tracks / Goin’ someplace, there’s no goin’ back…”
And then, out of the shadows, Joan Baez emerged. Dressed in black, with silver hair glinting under the lights and fire in her eyes, she approached Bruce slowly. The music paused. The audience seemed to collectively hold its breath.
Without a word, Baez wrapped her arms around Springsteen in a fierce, almost maternal hug. Microphones caught her soft but shaking voice as she whispered:
“I have to be here. America is becoming a terrible country — but your voice still gives us hope. The Boss has a rebel queen by his side tonight.”
The crowd erupted. Cheers turned into tears. For many, it felt like a torch being passed — or perhaps rekindled — from one generation of protest to another.Joan Baez has never been a stranger to resistance. From marching with Martin Luther King Jr. to defying war and injustice through her music, she has stood on the frontlines of conscience for over six decades. And Bruce — with his gravel-voiced poetry of working-class struggle — has long been the voice of America’s silent majority: weary but proud, bruised but never broken.
That night, they were one.
They launched back into “The Ghost of Tom Joad” — now a duet, now an anthem — with Bruce on guitar and Joan harmonizing with a voice that still held the quiet strength of every movement she ever stood for. Together, they resurrected the ghost of resistance.
And then came a silence more powerful than any sound.
Joan Baez stepped forward again. She looked out at the sea of faces — young and old, Black and white, immigrant and native-born — and said:
“I’ve sung this song in churches and jails. I’ve sung it for Dr. King and Cesar Chavez. But tonight, I sing it because I’m scared — and because I still believe in the power of love and nonviolence.”
Bruce picked up his harmonica, the crowd joined in, and for a few minutes, the entire nation seemed to stand still.
Cameras flashed. Children climbed onto their parents’ shoulders. An elderly man in a Vietnam vet jacket saluted with tears streaming down his cheeks.
People weren’t just singing. They were remembering. And reclaiming.
The performance felt like a prayer and a protest all at once — not against one man, one policy, or one election, but against the creeping numbness that had settled into the soul of a troubled country.
Backstage, Joan and Bruce didn’t say much. They didn’t need to.
He handed her his guitar pick. She handed him a peace sign pendant she’d worn since 1968.
“Keep going,” she told him.
“I will,” he replied, simply.
That night, the headlines would scream:
“Joan Baez and Bruce Springsteen Reignite the Spirit of Protest at Lincoln Memorial.” “‘The Boss Has a Rebel Queen’: Baez’s Hug Steals the Show at ‘Voices for America’ Concert.”
But for the people who stood there — who cried and sang and believed — it wasn’t about headlines. It was about healing. It was about remembering that truth still matters, that compassion is not weakness, and that music can still be a weapon for good.
For one night, Joan Baez and Bruce Springsteen reminded us who we are — and who we still have a chance to become.
Social Media Erupts:
“I cried. Joan Baez hugging Springsteen… that’s America to me.” — @truthoverfear “She called herself ‘The Rebel Queen’ and we BELIEVE her. Long live the Queen.” — @libertyrocks “This is what democracy sounds like.” — @activistmom
As candles flickered out and the crowd slowly dispersed into the D.C. night, one thing was certain:
The fight for the soul of America is far from over — but as long as voices like Joan’s and Bruce’s sing out, there is still light.
Joan Baez on America Under Trump: ‘It Feels Like Torn Fabric’
The folk singer and social activist on the reasons protesting has gotten “dangerous,” why it’s essential to still show up, and what she felt seeing A Complete Unknown for the first time
Pull into the tree-cloaked driveway of Joan Baez’s home south of San Francisco and roam around her house and the first thing you’ll notice are oversize portraits she’s painted of Volodymyr Zelensky, Martin Luther King Jr., Anthony Fauci, Gandhi, and the late congressman John Lewis. For years, Baez would display two at a time in her front yard, but now they lean forlornly on a porch.
“Just after Trump got elected [last fall], somebody tattled to somebody in the city, who says, ‘Does she have permits?’” Baez says. “It was clearly a snitchy kind of thing.” While one of her friends cut the paintings down, Baez went into the tree house in her front yard and blasted recordings by soprano opera singer Renée Fleming. “It was my way of civil disobedience,” she says with a mischievous grin. “Just to do something.”
For decades in the public eye, Baez has been doing something in the name of music, social justice, and civil rights. She’s been lionized, condemned (even sometimes by the left), mocked, dismissed, revered, and occasionally rediscovered. That part of her life seemed to start winding down six years ago, when Baez wrapped up a farewell tour that, she insists, is genuinely final.
At that point, Baez, now 84, entered what should have been her chill-out years, devoted to painting and writing poetry, dancing daily around her property to the Gipsy Kings, and spending time in the rambling, funky-but-chic house where she’s lived for 55 years. The place currently has 13 chickens that roam its grounds, provide her with fresh eggs and, now and then, wander into her kitchen to peck away at some cat food. “Now, I also get to paint my nails,” Baez says, wriggling her hand to reveal aqua-blue fingernails.
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But as seen by the hubbub over her paintings of activists and public figures, Baez keeps getting pulled back into the spotlight. Start with the Bob Dylan biopic, A Complete Unknown, which thrust her fraught, long-ago relationship with Dylan (played by Timothée Chalamet) back into the spotlight. Monica Barbaro’s largely spot-on performance introduced Baez, her music, and her folk-Madonna image to a generation born decades later. And then there is, once more, Trump. When Rolling Stone last visited Baez here, he had just been elected president for the first time. Now that he’s returned to the White House, more disruptive and alarming than before, Baez has again found herself at rallies and released a new protest song, “One in a Million,” with fellow veteran troubadour Janis Ian. Baez is also helping devise a name for a new organization she’s joining that would provide support for families of immigrants whose breadwinners have been scooped up and imprisoned by ICE agents, and she posts words of wisdom on her social media accounts, including Facebook. (Observing a newborn songbird in her driveway, she writes, “Her beauty itself will offer us hope in the darkness and deliver us from all that is evil.”)
But as Baez admits, both today at her home and in a follow-up interview, she is also entering a new and challenging world. Brewing up a fresh pot of coffee, Baez, in a black turtleneck with her hair in a silver bob, settles in at her kitchen table. “This is an interesting time,” she says, “because I’ve never been here before.”
When we last talked here, it was right after Donald Trump’s 2016 election. Who would have thought we’d be here again? Surprised the shit out of me. Nobody could have dreamed this up. Nobody could have predicted that it would turn into what it’s turned into, because that’s for other countries, the “shithole countries.” This is turning into a shithole country because of them. It’s all the evil things that shithole countries do. On the other hand, we’ve all sort of known that the Heritage Foundation has been plugging away and making plans, and we just weren’t prepared.
Where were you on election night when you heard the results? Oh, here. I didn’t hear the results. I saw my neighbor’s face. I knew it was a disaster. But the truth is it’s been in the works for 50 years. It’s not even about Trump. He just turned out to be this wizard of a disgusting human being who gives people the right to do what he does.
Is there anything in particular this administration has done that has really shocked you? In the first 100 days, sending people like that [snaps fingers] to prisons known for torture. All the work I did in Chile, Argentina, Brazil, and the Eastern Bloc, and it’s the same mechanism, with all the ruthlessness and the steps to the dictatorship.
Some songs don’t just echo through time — they seem to stand outside of it entirely. Procol Harum’s “A Whiter Shade of Pale” is one of those rare musical moments, and in 2006, nearly four decades after its original release, the band proved once again why the song remains a cornerstone of rock and soul.
Performed live in Denmark, this rendition of “A Whiter Shade of Pale” captures the haunting beauty and emotional depth that first mesmerized listeners in 1967. The 2006 performance wasn’t just a nostalgic nod to the past — it was a reaffirmation of the song’s enduring power and Procol Harum’s refined musicianship.
As the opening notes of Matthew Fisher’s iconic organ line rang out, a hush seemed to fall over the audience. Gary Brooker, the band’s longtime frontman, delivered the poetic lyrics with a weathered grace that only years of life and performance can bring. His voice, still rich and resonant, carried the song’s melancholy soul with a subtle power that left the crowd spellbound.
There was no flashy production, no over-the-top spectacle. Instead, the performance was elegant and stripped down — a masterclass in letting a song breathe, and allowing its emotional weight to carry the moment. Each verse felt like a quiet conversation between artist and audience, weaving mystery and meaning in every line.
What made this performance so special was its sense of reverence. The band didn’t try to reinvent the song; they simply let it speak for itself, enriched by the experience and soul they brought to it. In that Danish venue, the timelessness of “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was not just heard — it was felt.
For longtime fans and new listeners alike, this 2006 live version is a reminder of why certain songs never fade. They grow deeper with age, more profound with every listen. And sometimes, in the right moment, they become not just a performance, but a memory you carry with you.
Watch the performance and let yourself drift into the haunting, beautiful world of “A Whiter Shade of Pale” — just as powerful now as it was on that summer day in 1967.
The Bee Gees are often celebrated for their unmistakable harmonies, silky falsettos, and chart-topping hits—but one of their most endearing qualities was something far less polished: their mischievous brotherly bond.
During a 1989 concert in Melbourne, a moment unfolded that fans still cherish—not just for the music, but for the laughter behind it. As Barry and Robin Gibb mesmerized the crowd with a medley of seven classic songs, their stage presence was as professional as ever. Flawless vocals, perfect timing—pure Bee Gees magic.
But just out of the spotlight, Maurice Gibb was staging a one-man comedy act of his own.
Determined to make his brothers laugh mid-performance, Maurice pulled out every trick in the book—silly faces, exaggerated gestures, and perfectly timed antics. The audience was none the wiser, but the footage tells a different story: a legendary performance laced with brotherly sabotage.
“I was this close to cracking up,” Barry later confessed. “Maurice was doing everything he could to break us. I don’t know how we kept it together, but somehow, we did. Every note landed, even while he tried to derail the whole thing!”
It’s a moment that goes beyond the music. That night, fans witnessed not just the power of the Bee Gees’ voices, but the unshakable joy of three brothers doing what they loved—together, and with a healthy dose of mischief.
More than just a performance, it was a glimpse into the heart of the band: legendary musicians who never lost touch with their humanity, humor, and the deep love they had for each other.
For fans, the Melbourne footage remains a gem—not just a showcase of vocal mastery, but a snapshot of the spontaneous, joyful chaos that made the Bee Gees unforgettable.
In 2003, the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame witnessed one of its most electrifying moments when AC/DC, the thunderous force behind some of rock’s most unforgettable anthems, was officially inducted. To commemorate the honor, they delivered a scorching performance of “You Shook Me All Night Long”—but this time, with a special twist: Steven Tyler, the dynamic frontman of Aerosmith, joined them on stage.
What followed was pure rock & roll magic.
With AC/DC’s signature riff kicking things off and Tyler’s raw, unmistakable voice crashing in, the performance surged with adrenaline. “You Shook Me All Night Long,” a centerpiece of their legendary 1980 Back in Black album, has always been a stadium shaker—but with Tyler adding his vocal firepower, the track reached a new level of intensity.
From the very first chords, the crowd was on its feet, the atmosphere electric. Angus Young, in his trademark schoolboy outfit, tore through the guitar licks with his usual fervor, while Tyler prowled the stage with explosive charisma. Their synergy was undeniable—a meeting of two icons from different corners of the rock universe, blending seamlessly into one unforgettable performance.
The moment wasn’t just a celebration of AC/DC’s career—it was a powerful tribute to the unifying spirit of rock music. Here were two of rock’s most enduring giants, coming together to remind the world why this music moves us like no other. It was gritty, loud, and gloriously over-the-top—the very essence of rock & roll.
Today, that performance remains etched in rock history and continues to rack up millions of views, serving as a time capsule of everything that makes live rock performances legendary.
AC/DC’s Hall of Fame induction honored their trailblazing legacy, but it was this high-voltage collaboration with Steven Tyler that turned the night into an all-time classic—one that fans still revisit for a dose of pure, unfiltered rock glory.
In the glittering heart of Las Vegas, Coldplay’s Chris Martin took the stage at Allegiant Stadium on June 7, 2025, delivering a performance that resonated far beyond the music. The sold-out crowd witnessed more than just a concert; they saw a man grappling with personal loss, his voice carrying the weight of heartbreak. Reports of Martin’s split from Dakota Johnson, his partner of nearly eight years, had surfaced just days earlier, casting a poignant shadow over the night. Yet, in a moment that left fans both stunned and moved, Martin paused to give a heartfelt shout-out to Johnson’s upcoming film, *Materialists*, proving that love, even after loss, can endure in unexpected ways.
A Love Story’s End
Chris Martin, 48, and Dakota Johnson, 35, began their romance in 2017, a relationship that blossomed quietly but deeply. From Johnson directing Coldplay’s “Cry Cry Cry” music video to Martin serenading her from the stage during a 2021 performance of “My Universe,” their bond was one of mutual support and shared creativity. The couple, reportedly engaged since 2020, faced an on-again, off-again dynamic, with a brief split in 2019 reconciled with the help of Martin’s ex-wife, Gwyneth Paltrow. But sources confirmed to *People* on June 4, 2025, that this time, the breakup was final. “It feels final this time,” one insider said, citing the couple’s diverging paths—Johnson’s desire for children clashing with Martin’s contentment with his two children, Apple and Moses, from his marriage to Paltrow.
Johnson, devastated by the split, expressed particular sorrow over her close relationship with Martin’s children. “I love those kids like my life depends on it,” she told *Bustle* in March 2024. The decision to part was described as amicable but painful, with Johnson reportedly left in tears over the years of trying to make it work.
As Coldplay closed their Las Vegas show, Martin’s performance was electric, yet it was his words between songs that stole the spotlight. “Thank you so much everybody. Be kind to yourself, be kind to each other,” he said, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. Then, in a move that sparked confusion and hope among fans, he added, “Don’t forget to see *Materialists*. We love you!” The shout-out to Johnson’s rom-com, set for release on June 13, 2025, starring Chris Evans and Pedro Pascal, was unexpected given the breakup news.
Fan reactions, captured in a viral video shared by Deuxmoi, ranged from speculation of a reconciliation to admiration for Martin’s grace as an ex. “‼️THEYRE NOT BROKEN UP‼️,” one fan captioned, while another commented, “I can totally see him supporting her even after the breakup.” The moment was a testament to Martin’s character—supportive, even in heartbreak.
When Chris Martin sang Coldplay- Fix You in Vegas,I could see his singing was different than his usual Fix You live. It’s like he tried not to shed a tear & his vocal tone’s different. He sang piece by piece. Ofc he smiled later.He’s professional. He still supports Dakota too👍. pic.twitter.com/T3yZDhR47x
Though no tears were explicitly reported during the performance, the emotional weight was undeniable. Martin’s weathered voice and introspective demeanor echoed the raw vulnerability of his 2019 Las Vegas performance of “Tears in Heaven,” a song born from the tragic loss of his son. While that earlier show channeled a father’s eternal grief, this one carried the ache of a love lost, making every note feel like a confession.
Few artists have managed to achieve the rare blend of longevity, crossover success, and universal admiration quite like Lionel Richie. From his early days leading the Commodores to his solo superstardom, Richie’s influence has spanned more than five decades, producing anthems that have become part of the soundtrack to millions of lives.
For Lionel Richie, one name rises above the rest as a personal guiding light: Neil Diamond. While Richie is often associated with the soulful sounds of Motown and smooth R&B ballads, he’s never shied away from crediting Diamond as a key influence—the very reason he chose to pursue a life in music.
In a poetic twist of fate, Richie was invited in 2011 to perform at the Kennedy Center Honors in tribute to none other than Neil Diamond himself. For Richie, it was more than just a performance—it was the realization of a journey that began with admiration and culminated in a heartfelt homage to the man who inspired it all.
That evening, Richie took the stage and delivered an impassioned rendition of Diamond’s introspective 1971 classic, “I Am… I Said.” Known for its raw emotional honesty and themes of identity and belonging, the song found new life in Richie’s hands. He didn’t mimic Diamond—he honored him by pouring his own soulful interpretation into every line. The performance was both a thank-you and a declaration: Richie had walked the path Diamond lit for him, and now stood tall in his own right.
Lionel Richie’s musical journey began in the 1970s with the Commodores, where he wrote and sang beloved hits like “Easy,” “Still,” and “Three Times a Lady.” The group’s ability to mix funk, soul, and pop made them Motown heavyweights, but it was Richie’s shift to a solo career that transformed him into an international sensation.
The 1980s saw Richie dominate the charts with hits such as “Hello,” “All Night Long,” “Stuck on You,” and “Dancing on the Ceiling.” His warm, genre-defying voice and emotive storytelling earned him a place among the greats—and not unlike Neil Diamond, Richie became known for writing songs that transcended time and culture.
Richie’s talents didn’t stop at performing. He penned timeless pieces for other icons as well—“Endless Love” with Diana Ross and “We Are the World” with Michael Jackson are just two examples of his far-reaching influence as a songwriter.In 2017, just six years after honoring Neil Diamond, Richie stood in the same spotlight as a Kennedy Center Honoree. The moment was symbolic—one visionary artist passing the torch to another, both celebrated for shaping American music with sincerity, style, and soul.
That performance in 2011, Richie singing “I Am… I Said,” wasn’t merely a cover—it was a full-circle moment. It was one artist paying homage to the music that lit his spark, and in doing so, affirming the timeless truth: that great music doesn’t just entertain—it inspires, connects, and endures.
