Posts by Ace Cowboy

Midnight passed, and my only truly hip co-worker turned to me and said, “Where are we going tonight after the holiday party ends?” I’d been planning on returning to the loving embrace of my couch, the combination of mild drunkenness and all-out exhaustion settling in this Friday evening. But this co-worker and JazzFest veteran was in from out […]

It’s not that we’re actively attempting to alienate as many newcomers to this site as possible, but I thought I’d throw some of this weekend’s glorious must-share soccer action on top of all this hippie music shit. Most people lament this time of year, when the lull in college football makes Saturday seem so empty, […]

Thanks to the headiest message board in town, the glorious PhantasyTour, we’ve got a great sample of Mike Gordon playing bass with Victor Wooten’s band on 12/5/06. “What’s his name? What’s his name? Mike Gordon, Mike Gordon.” Cactus with Victor Wooten’s Soul Circus at Higher Ground I kinda wish Victor and Mike had a more […]

If you’re looking for something productive to do today around noon, tune in XPN.org to stream a live performance from unsung singer/songwriter Chris Harford and The Band of Changes. Sitting in with the talented Mr. Harford today will be Dean and Gene Ween, Diamond Dave Dreiwitz, Scott Metzger and Young Eric Slick. Ya know, I was looking to […]

As I said last week, “I recently coaxed my good friend over at Newmradio to create some podcasts with the Hidden Track audience in mind, especially since he’s been doing it anyway on his own for years now. The real beauty of this non-fluid exchange, though, is that Newman and I share a love of […]

To paraphrase a line from the music of the ’90s, 10KLF is gonna rock ya… The increasingly attractive 10,000 Lakes Festival announced its 2007 line-up mere moments ago, and so far it’s more solid than a turd in Mexico. The 5th annual festival takes place July 18-21 in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota, and I think I’m about to make my first […]

My dear friend TJ in OH would probably kick me in the junk if I didn’t at least link to a stream of what he likes to call “THE show of THE tour” today. I mean, does it get better than AC/DC Bag > Psycho Killer > Jesus Left Chicago to start things off at the Ervin J. […]

Good news, you can finally take down that same 1988 wall calendar with risqué pictures of Paulina Porizkova and start masturbating to Internet porn like the rest of us. See, there’s a new wall calendar in town, and we strongly recommend you buy it for the sake of the keeedz. JamBase believes that children are our future… JamBase is […]

I didn’t take to Wilco right away the way some of my friends did. For me, I had to discover their greatness on my own terms or it was never gonna work out. These days, though, I find myself drifting to their stuff more and more when I ride the subway on the way to […]

The night before Halloween in the Year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred Seventy-Six, Richie Manuel led The Band in an awe-inspiring rendition of Georgia On My Mind for a Saturday Night Live audience. It’s probably the most soulful thing I’ve ever seen a white man sing, and it’s high time we give this man his […]

The night before Halloween in the Year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred Seventy-Six, Richie Manuel led The Band in an awe-inspiring rendition of Georgia On My Mind for a Saturday Night Live audience. It’s probably the most soulful thing I’ve ever seen a white man sing, and it’s high time we give this man his […]

I have no idea as to the origin of this photo, but it’s one of the funniest Photoshop jobs in both music and political history…makes for good filler. “We got to this place, a joint, in Fort Worth, Texas. It was burned out, bombed out. The roof wasn’t even on the place any more. And […]

I have no idea as to the origin of this photo, but it’s one of the funniest Photoshop jobs in both music and political history…makes for good filler. “We got to this place, a joint, in Fort Worth, Texas. It was burned out, bombed out. The roof wasn’t even on the place any more. And […]

We’re doling out an added bonus with every post that stinks of blogger autofellatio, so allow us to present your reward up front: Saturday marked the seventh anniversary of the best second set in the popular rock band Phish’s 1999-2000 period, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t at least mention it. Simply seeing the […]

I learned at an early age to heed the sage advice of those two important wisdom dispensers that regularly preached “Don’t believe the hype.”

That strong warning from Chuck D and Flava Flav against getting caught in a rushing, gushing torrent of positive hysteria has often proven prophetic, but as it turns out after my virginal awakening last night at the Roseland Ballroom, My Morning Jacket is clearly the exception that proves the rule.

Jimmy James Incorporated (any Newsradio fans?) and the disgusting amount of hype surrounding the Louisville-based “post-jam” band blew through New York like Hurricane Gloria last night, and I’m not entirely sure of the last time I’ve exited a show with such a strong first impression or melted face: The caliber of their balls-to-the-wall, fuck-your-face rock from start to finish actually made my brain hurt from all the spastic headbanging I involuntarily enjoyed.

It must’ve been my morning blazer night at the Roseland as well, with more sport jackets per capita than any venue in the country. But the well-diversified crowd came to rock, and from the hot-out-of-the-gate opener to the 36-song encore, MMJ last night exhibited all the qualities that have just about every music blogger out there calling them the “best band in the country.” After that show, I can’t disagree, either because they were that damn good, or because I’m hurting so bad this morning I feel like Terri Schiavo over here…

I learned at an early age to heed the sage advice of those two important wisdom dispensers that regularly preached “Don’t believe the hype.”

That strong warning from Chuck D and Flava Flav against getting caught in a rushing, gushing torrent of positive hysteria has often proven prophetic, but as it turns out after my virginal awakening last night at the Roseland Ballroom, My Morning Jacket is clearly the exception that proves the rule.

Jimmy James Incorporated (any Newsradio fans?) and the disgusting amount of hype surrounding the Louisville-based “post-jam” band blew through New York like Hurricane Gloria last night, and I’m not entirely sure of the last time I’ve exited a show with such a strong first impression or melted face: The caliber of their balls-to-the-wall, fuck-your-face rock from start to finish actually made my brain hurt from all the spastic headbanging I involuntarily enjoyed.

It must’ve been my morning blazer night at the Roseland as well, with more sport jackets per capita than any venue in the country. But the well-diversified crowd came to rock, and from the hot-out-of-the-gate opener to the 36-song encore, MMJ last night exhibited all the qualities that have just about every music blogger out there calling them the “best band in the country.” After that show, I can’t disagree, either because they were that damn good, or because I’m hurting so bad this morning I feel like Terri Schiavo over here…

I’m not very technologically advanced. Sure I’ve got two blogs, a cellular telephone, a handful of DVR boxes and wireless Internets, but if technological stupidity were dirt, I’d cover a full acre or two. I’m clueless 99.44 percent of the time. So I recently coaxed my good friend over at Newmradio to create some podcasts with the Hidden Track audience […]

We’re more than 90 posts into this blog’s mediocre existence, and not once have we cross-promoted anything from our Glide Magazine parent. I was hoping to make it to 100 posts without doing so, but like Julio César Chávez in his quest for 100 straight victories to start his career, this is my defeat. It’s not that I’m even promoting Glide, it’s […]

As if anyone in the New York/New Jersey/Connecticut tri-state area needed an additional incentive to see the quasi-reunited-and-it-quasi-feels-so-good Greyboy Allstars at the Nokia Theater two days before New Year’s Eve, the band has announced a special guest for the evening: We are very pleased to announce the addition of our (everybodys) hero, drummer extraordinare ?uestlove of The […]

Tuesday begets YouTubes, and lots of ’em. Here’s 45 minutes worth of cool shit to shepherd your boredom while the cowboy earns his wages… Let’s start things off with a video my buddy John sent me of Slash and Jeff Beck dueling on stage at a Guns N’ Roses soundcheck in Paris from 1992. Interestingly […]