It’s been awhile since we broke out the good China…let’s go show-diving: Traffic — 11/18/70 — Fillmore East [.asx] Flaming Lips — 2/8/88 — Norman, Oklahoma [.asx] (early shit!) Richard Thompson —
In scanning the blog’s archives, I realized there’s one name that’s gone almost entirely unmentioned: Jaco Pastorius. A preliminary search turns up two drops of the Jaco name, but for
Friday’ll be a tough day at the ol’ office. At week’s end I’ll be forced to endure a full day of occupational nonsense and anticipatory anxiety before heading out to Brooklyn for
Like the famed postal creed, neither Nor’easter nor visa restrictions nor Justice Department bureaucrats nor transportation delays could stay two badass musicians from excitedly kicking off their spring tour at New York’s Webster Hall.
It took quite a bit of effort for Mexican guitar duo Rodrigo Y Gabriela to emerge onto the stage last night, braving inter-government shenanigans, mistaken identity, record rainfall in the Northeast and their own version of Planes, Trains and Automobiles. The pair began this epic journey in Mexico, moved through Los Angeles, were diverted to Atlanta, then flew up to — where the fuck?, Rodrigo asks — Baltimore, until finally a train brought them into New York proper. For us.
Hype can be a dangerous concept, and self-imposed hype can be even trickier. I couldn’t have been more excited about my first live glimpse of these characters, and not for one second did they let me down in any regard. Read on for more thoughts and pics and videos from an amazing night with Rodrigo Y Gabriela…
This morning we linked to the New York Times article about the Last Stand of Tonic, the minimalist Lower East Side performance space with the some of the best acoustics
It may sound like the first line of the critically acclaimed Full House theme song, but What Happened to Television? is actually the new album from the back-in-full-force Greyboy Allstars, and it debuts
If you’re among the luxurious Americans taking advantage of cheap, imported, enormous flat-screen televisions, turn on InHD right now for a showing of Sam Jones’ wonderful documentary about Wilco’s road
I’m all jacked up on mimosa, frittata and lox, and to paraphrase John Lennon, I’m just sittin’ here watchin’ the rain come down and down. Who knew this would be
Can you still have fun, Trey? Well, probably not that type of fun any more.
The population of Washington County, New York is about to increase by one: Former frontman for the popular rock band Phish, Trey Anastasio, will be required to move to the area as part of the guilty plea he just accepted.
And if all goes well for Big Red in the county’s drug treatment court, Trey could then cop to a reduced charge and remain out of jail on a long probation:
If [Trey] does complete the 12-month program, McKeighan will sentence him to 5 years of probation and would entertain a request by Anastasio’s lawyer to withdraw his guilty plead to a felony charge of attempted fifth-degree criminal possession of a controlled substance. Instead, he would be allowed to enter a subsequent plea to a misdemeanor charge.
It’s a good thing Trey didn’t have all that much in the car with him at the time:
Anastasio spoke softly as he answered McKeighan’s questions. He admitted illegally possessing more than a half-ounce of the prescription painkillers Vicodin and Percocet, the anti-anxiety drug Xanax and heroin when he was pulled over by Whitehall Police the morning of Dec. 15. He was driving through the village on his way to Vermont when he was seen swerving.
Is it me, or is that a lotta gum? That’s a lot of gum! We’re thinking this arrest was the best thing that ever happened to him, in the grand scheme. And he may have “spoke softly,” but at least he spoke at all — we figured the lack of stage banter post-hiatus would carry over into the courtroom. Eh, I say we all just mainline some smack and put this whole strange episode behind us.
Previously on HT: Now Trey’s a Real Rock Star; Full Timeline of Trey’s Ordeal
And read on for a couple of pics of Crimson Dego’s Courthouse Experience…
I like to kick cute puppies and punch little kids. But I’m a sucker for old people. So obviously I perked up when The Zimmers, the so-called oldest rock band in
