On the brights side, one of the nice things about being cooped up with your household and no one else for 3/4 of the year…
I basically haven’t posted anything new to this blog since my 2013 year-end roundup. It’s been a busy year full of new challenges and responsibilities,…
I meant to do a post as part of my End of the Year Rankstravaganza specifically focused on Bay Area bands and musicians. Of course,…
There may be other shows where a 12-piece band performs songs in English, French, Spanish, Italian and I think Japanese. There may be other shows…
I don’t want to oversimplify things, but any band with a headbanging bouzouki player is going to get a hearty thumbs up from me. (Bouzoukis,…
I’ve lived in Oakland for about two and a half years now. In that time, there have been some truly gorgeous days, weather-wise, but I…
Yup, the Redwood Mountain Faire pretty much met every single one of my expectations, including the fact that it was a totally chill way to spend a late afternoon/early evening—lounging on a blanket, sipping some craft brews, watching the hippies whirl around.
I can’t think of a better show for my first outing as a dad than Minneapolis chamber-folk-electro-enviro-orchestro-pop-rock band Cloud Cult.
It was worth the price of admission just to watch the girl, maybe 9 years old, in the front row—her mouth agape, her eyes filled with wonder—bewitched by the story of a young woman struggling to control both the powerful magic and emotions roiling inside her.
The boys from Duluth play a sort of blunt-force bluegrass, pounding out notes with all the brutal honesty of a garage band that has just discovered Ralph Stanley and Bill Monroe.