Archive: 2006

Here’s the story you’ll hear 32 times today: “Michael Richards exploded in anger as he performed at a famous L.A. comedy club last Friday, hurling racial epithets that left the crowd gasping, and TMZ has obtained exclusive video of the ugly incident.” Come to think of it, besides Jackie Childs and that family that George busts […]

A superb release, yes; but comparisons to recent works should bear the acknowledgment that there are many, many Willies floating around these days. Still, the collaboration works, and leaves us hopeful that Adams and Nelson's studio stint was a raucous, hazy bender that has them eager to meet again.

As the stakes have gradually risen, and potentially reached a boiling point on a west-coast tour with the Benevento/Russo Duo, the group surprised many members within its camp by deciding to take time off from the road, and indulge in some hard-earned down-time.

Organizers of the annual High Sierra Music Festival have announced the dates for the 2007 event, marking calendars with a July 5-8 return to Quincy, CA.  After numerous complaints filed in regards to overbearing law enforcement at last year’s event, HSMF has noted steps taken to "improve the relationship between patrons and officers" in 2007. […]

I can’t say I’ve ever been a big fan of the self-aggrandizing weekly recap most bloggers enjoy, but considering we’ve published 70 posts on this here rag in less than a month of full-scale operations, there’s bound to be some shit that’s slipped through your cracks. Hmm, maybe there’s a better way to say that… […]

Sports fans around the country were saddened to learn that former Michigan head coach and athletic director Bo Schembechler had died at the age of 77. Perhaps the group of people most surprised by the mellow-harshing, morbid news was a Columbus-based punk band called the Dead Schembechlers. In the wake of the ol’ ballcoach’s passing, […]

My good friend Russ Kahn — better known in some circles as the entreprenurial young man that created the “101 Songs” Phish poster — took his sweet-ass time posting his usual encyclopedic concert and/or festival summary. But good things come to those who beg slackin’ slackers to get the fuck motivated, and Russ’ finished product is easily the best personal summary of Vegoose anywhere on […]

You can breathe again, it’s Friday. While you get your plans together for tonight, check out these items from Al Gore’s Interweb: MSG officially announces that it has leased the Beacon Theater, and if they change the name I will chain myself to the marquee Beck wants to be a jamband Guitar pyrotechnics from Wednesday night’s Umphrey’s […]

When Ratatat first popped up a few years ago, their intriguing collection of drum beats and spacey guitar work set them apart from most bands. Sure, other instrumentals were eyeing the same avenues, but Ratatat put the mental n instrumental with their border-breaking goldmine of catchy as fuck beats and just plain solid songs.

French rock/electronica duo Air will release its next album, "Pocket Symphony," March 6 via Astralwerks. The 12-track set boasts vocals from Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker and the Divine Comedy’s Neil Hannon, as well as group members J.B. Dunckel and Nicolas Godin. It was produced by longtime collaborator Nigel Godrich. Several tracks feature Asian classical instruments such […]

The Answer are all about classic rock‘n’roll anthems.  Led Zeppelin, AC/DC & Thin Lizzy are all glaring apparent influences in their music. With the sudden influx of copyist artists around these days, it would be easy just to dismiss the band as another here today gone tomorrow fad, like our British friends The Darkness.

It’s become moderately fashionable to over-appreciate and impersonate the genius of Michael McDonald. After living in the wayback of the public consciousness for the better part of two decades, the former Doobie’s legacy and career were resurrected by two important events: First came the Ain’t No Mountain High/Ain’t Nuthin’ Like the Real Thing MCI commercials […]

Marco Benevento knows his math. The bearded hipster pianist wisely chose to set up a regular Wednesday residency at Tonic on Manhattan’s Lower East Side in November, which fortunately for all of us, has five Wednesdays. As Cosby would say, that’s “One, two, three, four, fiiiiive Marco Wednesdays.” Bonus.

Last night’s over-before-it-started, 70-minute show marked the middle gig of Marco’s Novemberstand, a (mostly) solo performance full of experimental covers and spacey loops. Somehow he ended up with more equipment on stage than most full bands, but like a musical polygamist, I’m pretty sure he spent a little time with every one of them: the grand piano, the electric piano, the tiny keyboard, toy circuits, drum pad, you name it. Still, the per instrument set-up to play-time ratio couldn’t have been lower than 5:1. I made that up, but it sounded good.

Marco began with Randy Pink Floyd’s Fearless, then followed that stellar beginning with terrifically tickled homages to Thelonius Monk (Bye-Ya), Leonard Cohen (Seems So Long Ago, Nancy) and Radiohead. He even played a lesser known Duo tune off Best Reason To Buy The Sun, Welcome Red, before saying something like “Joe [Russo] is gonna kill me for playing that.” But if a recording of this show ever surfaces, that Monk tune — a grand piano jazz performance devoid of all his typical layers of sound — floored me more than any of his other inventiveness.

Marco eventually called up to the stage his occasional collaborator and preferred rock shredder Scott Metzger for three songs near the end of his set. The lowercase duo kicked it off with a Combustible Edison tune, hightailed it into the capitalized Duo’s Abduction Pose and finished it up with a Happy Birthday-infused cover of Ween’s Birthday Boy (read on below for a couple of videos I shot of these last two). As much as I loved the solo stuff, Metzger took the night’s proceedings to a higher level, his understated-ness notwithstanding.

You’ve got two more chances to see Marco & Friends down at Tonic this month. Next Wednesday features the keyboardist with three drummers — Sir Joe Russo, Bobby Previte and Mike Dillon (and where there’s a Mike D there’s usually a Skerik, but…). Make it your beeswax to get down there and see what unfolds…

Just think, one week from today we’ll all be off and celebrating the turkiest of all days. We’re almost there, and to help you get to the short week faster, check out this list of 19 bands that have never played Bonnaroo. Why not an even 20? Because that’s how I roll. Keep in mind the band […]

Because sometimes you just gotta share cool shit with your friends… I love the brief description of this video on YouTube: “Just because you dont know how to play the piano or drums doesnt mean you cant make music. This must have taken a long time to compile. Well done Lasse Gjertsen.” Well done indeed, […]

Like the Magic Numbers’ recent debut before them, Mohair is bound to make another dent as new classic pop songwriters from across the way.

Comets on Fire updates the grind of the ‘70s with clean production and melodic piano noodling putting it in a context both timeless and contemporary. All this is accomplished within a framework that would please Iron Butterfly. Avatar is a great way to keep listening to old-school “hard rock” without being accused of being out of touch with the music of today.

Medeski, Scofield, Martin, and Wood, kicked off their night of funked out jazz at Northampton's Calvin Theater, it was obvious to everyone in the house that gimmicks and stage antics weren’t on the agenda. Instead, quality musicianship was the quartet’s goal, and world-class technique was what they came to deliver.

Less than 10 months after releasing the most critically acclaimed album of the year – Fishscale – Ghost is back and as strong as ever with the surprising and equally stunning sequel, More Fish. Set for a December 12 release on Def Jam Recordings, More Fish finds Ghost on a creative roll, and picks up […]

CMJ (NYC’s annual music fest) came in like a lion, roared like a lion and left like – yup, you got it – a lion. The whirlwind of fantastic jams set the foundation for the Wednesday night show at Bowery Ballroom. Chock Full O’ Bands that are in various stages of their journey on a streetcar named fame, there was a bevy of talent packing the house for seven hours of music. While tag wearing hipsters skedaddled about the city, your faithful narrator got a spot on the ballroom floor and has a review of each of these acts presented here, because all are worthy of praise and your attention: