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Tipping Point: Our picks and pans ('Count Me In,' 'Riders On the Storm,' 'Crying in H Mart')

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Count Me In


This documentary about rock drummers practically vibrates with joy. To hear these musicians, from Roger Taylor from Queen to Taylor Hawkins of Foo Fighters to Stewart Copeland from The Police, talk about what they do not only gives a peek into the too-often-overlooked art of drumming, but it’ll also make you happy. I dare you not to break into a grin watching Stephen Perkins (Jane’s Addiction) play along to a recording of The Who’s “Who Are You?” “Count Me In,” directed by Mark Lo and running a fast-moving 81 minutes, makes you appreciate the elemental power of drumming and rhythm.

— Kristina Dorsey


Riders On the Storm (Sunset Sound demo)

The Doors

For most Doors fans and, really, any Baby Boomer who's spent even 10 hours listening to FM radio in his or her life, "Rider On the Storm" is one of most immediately recognizable songs in the rock canon. It's also one of the finest moments of the band's utterly distinctive "dark carnival" library. It's jarring and weird, then, to hear this recently unearthed demo of the tune. Oh, you'll recognize it, particularly when Jim Morrison comes in with his laconic lines about a killer. But the menacing, signature bass guitar is mixed way back and played by Ray Manzarek on keys, and for the main electric piano line, it sounds like Manzarek is still fiddling around, trying things out. To hear this NOW is like finding out a good friend had a twin brother you didn't know about because, well, the family sorta wanted to keep the little weirdo out of the public eys (and ears).

— Rick Koster


Crying in H Mart

Michelle Zauner

During the start of this book, I felt gypped that I couldn’t taste all the apparently irresistible Korean cuisine the author is writing about. (The H Mart of the title is a Korean American supermarket.) But Zauner then moves from creating an ode to her mother’s Korean culture to a requiem for — and appreciation of — her mother. Their parent-child relationship isn’t easy (whose is?) but Zauner really begins to understand the power of their connection when her mother is diagnosed with what turns out to be terminal cancer. Zauner shows great compassion for everyone in her family and in her circle of friends. (Nowhere is this more true than with her father, who cheats on his wife and had a horrible childhood.) While the memoir doesn’t shy away from deep sadness, it’s not grim; instead, it is moving and full of love and insight. It’s also gorgeously written.

— Kristina Dorsey 


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