Folks who don't get the aesthetic parallels between, say, costumed (if admittedly rocking) clowns like Paul Revere and the Raiders and Slipknot, or the cultural similarities between of-their-era mainstream metalheads like Grand Funk Railroad and Korn, probably haven't seen any of those excruciating where-are-they-now? features that VH1 banks with regular success. Time is precious, to put it another way, and in the music biz these days, it runs at an accelerated pace, too. In contrast, the indie world's clock often ticks so slowly as to appear suspended in amber, and this is not necessarily a bad thing. Particularly so when it comes to singles: An indie 45 is to be clutched and cherished, spun in the immediate rush of the now, then again in the savory memory-whiff of the later, and lovingly filed for subsequent visitations. (You won't see too many indie records at the... More >>>