The last thing the world needs is another rant by some snooty music scribe who actually believes he can peg the next Coldplay or validate some MySpace wannabe. Don't worry; yours truly doesn't make any such presumptions. You won't find any holier-than-thou prognostications here -- just good new sounds worth checking out in the pop/rock/roots/Americana/singer-songwriter/whatever vein. These artists fly well below the radar, but here's some help with tracking their trajectories.The Matthew Herbert
​As a baby of the '80s (well, I was actually born in '78), John Hughes' films played an important role in entertaining and, in all likelihood, shaping me. VHS copies of Vacation, Christmas Vacation, The Great Outdoors, Planes, Trains & Automobiles, Uncle Buck, Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Mr. Mom all enjoyed regular rotation in our household. Home Alone came out when my friends and I were in seventh grade. We rode our bikes to the theater the weekend it opened, and laughed so loud and hard
