It sounded like a perfectly dark, gruesome way to spend the Friday before Halloween, so my wife and I headed to The Starry Plough in Bekeley. (Spending an evening listening to musicians sing about people killing each other was actually her idea, which is just one more reason that I love her.)
Growden has been living in New Orleans for the last couple years, but he’ll be back in the Bay Area for an extended period, which means more opportunities to see him live—starting with a second show tonight at Subterranean Arthouse.
People in San Francisco sure do like their free music festivals. With all the crowds at this year’s Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, it was tough getting…
I managed to get my butt out to the annual free celebration of Americana of all sorts in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. This photo…
Something was different as I left The Independent on Wednesday after seeing Toronto folk-rock band Great Lake Swimmers. It took me a little while to…
Golly. I haven’t seen so many flying skirts since the aviatrix convention! *rim shot* Hey-o! But seriously, folks, this Sunday event was more than a…
These are the posts where I gush about some song that I’ve got a huge crush on at the moment, and you put up with…
What the world needs more of: Guitar solos Pedal steel guitar solos Angry sing-along choruses with lyrics like, “Hell no, I ain’t happy!” Bands that…
I think I swallowed some confetti. For the first night of the 20th annual Noise Pop festival, organizers had The Flaming Lips bring their entire…
It was the type of night where “blues” is spelled “blooze,” the pop is powered and the band asks for as much reverb as the…