Last night’s show at the Fox Theater was, I believe, the third time I have seen The Avett Brothers earnest mash-up of folk, pop and…
Smack! Crack! Hey, kids, it’s a digital vs. analogue showdown between a quintessential ’80s synthpop ballad and an acoustic dirge that leant some gravitas to the alternative revolution.
First off, I can’t stand the term “the cloud.” I suppose I understand the metaphor—that rather than having my digital files stored on a specific…
I realize I may need to turn in my official Snobby Blogger membership card, but the iTunes play-count function doesn’t lie.
As related to Sean Nelson for a detailed article in the Seattle alt-weekly paper The Stranger, “My Mother Was a Chinese Trapeze Artist” was inspired by a particularly awful family canoe trip.
As you can see, America’s debt didn’t start skyrocketing until those no-account Bay Area troublemakers in the Kingston Trio charted with “Greenback Dollar” in 1962.
You need only take a look at the banner on this blog to see why featuring Grand Lake with a “Why’d You Name Your Band…
I’ve started freelancing for local nonprofit news site Oakland Local, and my first story for them went live on the site today. It’s just a…
I can never quite figure out whether I love Okkervil River or just like Okkervil River. I always think the Austin, Texas, indie rock band’s…
The Transamerica Pyramid is inescapable in frontwoman Sierra Frost’s flippant discourse on life and love in San Francisco. She plops it down in the center of the chorus and repeats its name over and over, declaring some vague relationship problems to be a skyscraper-sized thorn in her side.