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No Depression Goes Out On A High Note

They didn’t attempt to eulogize their own magazine so much as exemplify all it accomplished in 13 years, so I’ll spare Grant Alden, Peter Blackstock and Kyla Fairchild the indignity of treacle. But I finally finished the last print issue of No Depression—which I’ve been advised will still be on stands for another month—and it’s clear a unique critical voice will be missing from the pack from now on, at least in print form.


What is No Depression’s legacy? Great music, sure, and writing about it with infectious, sometimes uncritical (and that’s OK), passion. What I like most about its finale is how long it took me to get through it: weeks, digesting stories one at a time, at my leisure, and extracting salient points. I’m as impatient as they come; I bitch heartily when a favorite blog isn’t updated minute-by-minute, or a setlist report is incomplete, or a story on a well known artist doesn’t tell me anything beyond cursory fluff. No Depression’s greatness is that to the end it feels unhurried. This magazine isn’t a shouter; it’s a raconteur.

READ ON for more of Chad’s review for the final issue of No Depression…

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Picture Show: JJ Grey and Mofro in BK

Is there anything better than dirty Southern Blues? You know, the kind where you turn the radio down so your mother won’t hear the lyrics and knock on your bedroom door…

“We fucked on the table, We fucked on the floor, We rolled down the stairs and we fucked a little more”

While you’re trying to think up the answer to that one, just remember that from where this bands hails, the Deep South is an hour flight north.


Well, JJ Grey and Mofro came out hard at the Williamsburg Music Hall on May 30 with the title track from their latest album, Country Ghetto. With the horns blazing behind him, JJ Grey took center stage first on the harmonica and then later on the electric piano, as the crowd sang along to his stories of hard living and good eating in the lands of swampy Jacksonville, Florida. READ ON for more of Jeremy’s words and photos from JJ Grey and Mofro’s show at the Williamsburg Music Hall…

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Pullin’ ‘Tubes: KoL Rocks The ‘Roo

In a few short days 60,000+ people are set to descend on the small southwestern Tennessee town of Manchester for the seventh installment of the Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival.

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Briefly: Cactus and Page Join The KBM Band

The Kreutzmann, Burbridge, Murawski tour arrived in Burlington on Saturday night for the last show of their first brief run together. Phish’s Page McConnell joined the band on keys for

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Wade’s World: DCFC @ The Jay Pritzker Pavilion

Not many bands get to play at The Jay Pritzker Pavilion at Millenium Park. The feat of architecture, designed by National Medal of Art winner Frank Gehry, is equipped with a state of the art sound system and shoots 120 feet high into the Chicago sky. Death Cab For Cutie joins other names such as Tortoise and Wilco as some of the only rock acts to play the prestigious stage. The stainless steel canopy would find little color from the sun to illuminate it tonight, but rather, take a cue from the band’s hometown of Seattle, and project the grey clouds hovering over the venue for the crowd to see. The mood was set.

[All photos graciously provided by Amanda Chavi Edwards]


Rogue Wave started the evening coated in reverb and dressed up in cheap ties, as if they were courting Death Cab and in a few shows, would finally meet their parents for approval. The band was tight, but eerily reminiscent to My Morning Jacket sans any balls at all. The set was pretty much a wide body guitar and Fender amp fest, but a great choice for an opener for DCFC.

The skies remained calm as the masked sun began to set over Millennium Park, though you would never be able to tell, sort of like the transformation of Ben Gibbard’s stage presence. Years ago, Ben would have emerged from behind a graffited club wall disguised as your everyday melancholy strummer with black glasses that would have you guessing him a librarian or sarcastic record store clerk. On this evening, a confident, contact-wearing rock star took the stage in Downtown Chicago and stood tall very much stage right of the rest of the ensemble, putting him at a noticeable distance from the rest of the band, signaling the leader was certainly in place. It is very hard to take that step between worlds as a performer without looking like an asshole somewhere along the way, but Ben seems to have mastered the art of transformation with no harm done to his demeanor and hasn’t looked back.

READ ON for more of Wade’s thoughts on Death Cab in Chicago…

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Tour Dates: At The Zoo

You have to love a band that thinks outside the box when it comes to promoting a new release. Example A  = indie-popsters the Annuals. The band which recently released

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