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
The festival organizers of Langerado have announced the exciting addition of five great bands to the event taking place in South Florida during March. The latest additions include: My Morning
Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock each filed divorce papers Monday seeking to end their marriage of less than four months. Anderson’s representative would not comment on the reason or any
Recorded on August 9, 2003, Neko Case’s appearance on Austin City Limits is obviously a bit late to hit the stores. It only features one song (“Maybe Sparrow) off her latest album, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, instead concentrating on covers and material from Case’s older albums, all of which are performed with the usual cast of characters that she has taken on the road the past few years.
ortland, Oregon’s The Decemberists recently shocked their devoted fan base when they bolted from long time indie label, Kill Rock Stars, for the mainstream industry giant known as Capitol Records. The Crane Wife signifies a big middle finger to the rules of what is and what should be an indie major.
Los Angeles band Ozomatli always brings an artful touch to its mix of funk,rock, hip-hop, traditional Latin forms, Asian instrumentation and more. Butthe group¹s latest disc, ‘Don¹t Mess With the
If the goal of a band on any given night in any given city is to both put on a kickass show for its veteran fans and leave the first-time newbs with an impression that the music’s worth delving into further, then RAQ‘s got our permission to hang a “Mission Accomplished” banner following Friday’s extravanganza.
Vermont’s second most famous quartet played a bona fide house party at Brooklyn’s Club Exit this weekend. The evening’s promoters (Slanted View Productions) swept out the typical Eastern European clientele and transformed the venue into a double entendre-laced “On The L” party, a psychedlic playland deep inside the heart of the eerily quiet Polish neighborhood of Greenpoint.
We walked in just before 9 pm, and it instantly became clear this was not going to be a typical rock show. From the hundreds of bulging pupils (is everyone here that runaway bride chick from Atlanta?) to the enormous Borat-speaking bouncers to the obnoxiously loud house music blasting through PA system, we sure weren’t at The Wetlands anymore. Shit, the silly hot bartenders alone made the show better than any jamband concert in recent memory…
Thanksgiving’s over, and I’m pretty excited for a full week of work. Okay, not really, so let’s all pretend its not Monday. Check out these links to keep you busy: King Crimson has
For those of youse crying like emo kids that there’ll be “too many jambands” at the 5th Annual Langerado Music Festival, get your ironic T-shirts and cocked mesh hats packed
Much as ESPN enjoys unnecessarily naming weekends of college football and full weeks of late-season college basketball to give them that tinge of added importance, Hidden Track’s about to enter
