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.
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…
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…
Wow, I am late getting this up. Everybody knows “best of the year so far” posts are supposed to by up by July 1, no…
Underwater DJ at Hatch Gallery during tonight’s Art Murmur in Oakland. Don’t ask me what spinning your records in a puddle does for you–other than…
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…
On the menu tonight: Chill, Canadian folk-rock.
Perhaps no band’s lyrics better lend themselves to pseudo-academic analysis than those of The Decemberists. The Annotated Decemberists is an attempt to puzzle through the Portland, Oregon,…