Bradford Cox writes about his heart condition and his healing music project:
Stuart Maconie in The Times argues that this, this is our Golden Age:
... and, Jude Rogers makes a similar point in The Guardian's Film and Music supplement:
What this explosion does do, however, is expand our chances of finding like-minded souls who might point us in the right direction. Then factor in the number of emerging artists, plus the pressure on major labels to stop being "boring" (thanks, Mr McCartney) and engage with an internet audience. Now tell me this decade isn't amazingly alive.