I know this sounds weird, but I just got home from a 27-hour stint at summer camp. And yet I still caught a great show this weekend: Former campers from
The morning following my birthday we headed down to Asbury Park for the School of Rock Festival, an event that could not have been more spectacularly conceived and perfectly executed.
Everyone’s favorite British Jew has made a terrible habit of cancelling performances at the last minute. So oddsmakers in our old mercantile motherland are taking bets on whether Amy Winehouse will show
Hipster Brooklyn’s Luna Lounge will host one of our favorite New York-based bands on Monday night. Kevin Kendrick’s A Big Yes and a small no takes the stage at 10
We’ve always warned people not to get involved in drum circles in the lots. It’s lame, it’s cheesy, and unless you’ve got a head full of nitrous, it’s overrated noise.
We like to celebrate anniversaries around here…and we’ll do so right now. Seven years ago today, The Phish from Vermont migrated to Indiana to provide some dirty wooks and prep-school
Scotty B’s got more on his plate than a Vegas buffet patron, so we’ve asked our good friend Some Dude from Hits From The Blog to regale us with a little tale…
Monday provided us with one of those patented unwelcome, sweltering summer days in New York City, where late-afternoon temperatures were still pulsing around the 90-degree mark, making everyone a little bit more irritable and the thought of being outside for more then a few moments unthinkable.
These days are unavoidable in a city where the heat doesn’t seem to dissipate, in a metropolis filled with huge skyscrapers and millions of people constantly on the move. But really, does it matter when you’re off to Central Park SummerStage, one of the most serene places to see a show in Manhattan? You can barely tell you’re in the city that doesn’t sleep when you wander into its tree-lined entrance.
The bill was tailor-made for live music fans on a night like this — part musician, part mad scientist Keller Williams opening for one his musical heroes and a godfather of the jam scene, Bob Weir & his RatDog cronies. It’s not the summer in these parts ’til a member a the Dead rolls through town: what used to be multi-nights for Jerry & Co. at Giants Stadium playing to 80,000 plus was now condensed to one night, to just a few thousand lucky fans, with the ticketless wandering fingers held high outside still able to hear every note.
Read on after the jump for more of Some Dude’s review of RatDog and Keller…
An Ann Arbor-based post-afrobeat band called NOMO pulled through New York City last night, although I had some dinner plans and missed the gig (spoiler: I tried the veal). But
Every now and again, for lack of anything better to say or post, we like to dig through the SugarMegs streaming server and present the best shows you’ve never heard.
The indie music scene is very much about mislabeled, misguided irony. But more so than just the catchy T-shirts, there’s genuine irony in the fact that indie bands are blowing jambands
