O.A.R/ Guster/ Howie Day/ Matt Nathanson 7/26/2004: Roseland Theater – Portland, OR
O.A.R. has done something special in its six plus years of existence. They have gone from a local college bar band in Columbus, Ohio into a touring machine playing to packed or near-packed theaters across the country almost nightly, and they have done it their way. On this night in Portland, Oregon, they would share the bill with Guster, Howie Day and Matt Nathanson for an evening of roots flavored music.
Charlotte Martin: On Your Shore
Powerful, sexy and demanding, Charlotte has the ability to hit notes that flirt with disaster, where less confident singers might come off as abrasive and whiney, she somehow delivers with an abundance of confidence and beauty.
Sens: Slide
Thirty minutes packed with elastic grooves and open ended spaces, tightly filled with the fiery driven keyboard work of Gwen Grimes played to precision.
The Dead, Allman Brothers Band, Robert Hunter 6/03/2004: Gorge Amphitheater, George, WA
There’s just something magical about The Gorge Amphitheater. If you’ve been there, you know. You’ve experienced it. You’ve lived it. And you’ll remember it forever. If you haven
Sam Bush: King Of My World
He may well be this country’s most famous living mandolinist any side of David Grisman. He is known in some circles as the “Mayor of Telluride” due to the fact that he has performed at 26 of the 27 Telluride Bluegrass Festivals. Some prefer to call him, simply, King Sammy. What ever you call him, you owe it to yourself to take a listen to his latest offering of foot-stomping bluegrass, King Of My World.
Otis Taylor: Double V
Otis Taylor spent almost twenty years outside the music business (1977-1995) as an antique salesman, but this record proves he is again where he belongs. Although not a groundbreaking blues album, Double V is an important statement by a man with a lot on his mind.
Charlotte Martin 4/27/2004: Dante’s – Portland, OR
Charlotte Martin’s day will come. Her voice is too pure. Her piano playing is too chilling. Her songs are too damn catchy. Charlotte Martin is too good to
be opening a show in one of Portland’s smaller clubs. Her show would fit just as comfortably in front of thousands headlining Carnegie Hall.