Happy Happy: Double Nickels for David Byrne
We couldn’t be bigger fans of the Talking Heads’ driving force. We could try, but we would not be successful. More Songs About Buildings and Food, Talking Heads ’77, Remain in
We couldn’t be bigger fans of the Talking Heads’ driving force. We could try, but we would not be successful. More Songs About Buildings and Food, Talking Heads ’77, Remain in
Mothers are pretty cool. Some are cooler than others, and some are downright awful. But the majority of our mothers are supportive and caring and essentially took their own lives
It’s an early summer Friday, and chances are you’re either headed out the door now or doing so shortly. I’m stuck at this goddamn desk, and I don’t like it.
Almost everyone missed a superb story in Wednesday’s edition of the Detroit Free Press, a tale of corruption in law enforcement and the inherent evils of police power. But I don’t
I wanted to check out one of Beirut‘s three shows this week at the Bowery Ballroom, but alas, I bricked it like the keg guy coming early to the Pickford residents. By all
The Austin City Limits lineup is official, and it’s fucking nasty. Seriously, just nasty. In fact, I’ve never been so impressed by an initial artist announcement. Then again, I’m not
We’ve already shown you the pictures, but now we’ve got some videos from YazzFest rolling into our Hidden Track Headquarters. Well…not really, we’re just digging through YouTube like the rest of you
Whether you worship it or think it’s overrated hippie nonsense, chances are you’ve got some story related to the Grateful Dead’s 5/8/77 show at Cornell University, most likely about your First Bootleg Tape Ever. We’re all well aware
That’s right, folks, the sun hath set on the weekly installments of Pullin’ ‘Tubes. Instead of the usual six videos every seven days, beginning tomorrow, PT will become a daily
Washington Square Park doesn’t have much in the way of grass. And as Dave Chappelle pointed out to the country in his Half Baked vehicle, not even the weed for sale there resembles grass by any measure. But Greenwich Village’s 10-acre concrete park is my home away from home, and what it lacks in rich greenery it more than makes up for with no-nonsense freak shows and incredible musical interludes. Plus, it’s a great place to lay down and shake off that hangover.
Between the Wang near-perfect game, the Kentucky Derby and the Mayweather/De La Hoya fight, Saturday made for a great day of sports.
But Sunday provided me a fantastic musical backdrop for lazily loafing around the park and watching performances by so many different, talented musicians. The always-enjoyable BuzzUniverse headlined my day of great music in the park (no Chris Barron sitting in for Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong this time), but the amateur acts also entertained me to no end while I finished reading a great book. Read on to stroll through the park with me and check out what all went down…