Wilco’s Newbs
I didn’t take to Wilco right away the way some of my friends did. For me, I had to discover their greatness on my own terms or it was never
I didn’t take to Wilco right away the way some of my friends did. For me, I had to discover their greatness on my own terms or it was never
There’s nothing quite like watching a good idea become a cool reality.
About three weeks ago I attended and sang at a Diabetes Research Benefit Concert put on by my good friend, The Otrane. Otrane put together a band for the occasion, fittingly called Pancreas, and they put on an incredible show for the assembled crowd. Otrane called on his friends to sit in on songs he always hoped they would play. One of our friends was Jennifer Hartswick, who has recently been singing with the always in-flux band of Trey Anastasio.
Otrane thought no song can better show off Jen’s incredible range and vibrato than Sweet Child O’ Mine, so they decided to take’r out for a spin. That night, Jen and Pancreas pulled off an amazing version of the Guns N’ Roses classic.
Fast forward two weeks to this Saturday: Jen and her husband Wade, two of my favorite people in the world, entered my apartment for a little pre-game hang before the second night of Umphrey’s McGee‘s run at the Nokia Theater. Wade, Jen, Otrane, and our crew of rabid Umphreaks gathered, when someone asked Jen if she would be singing that night with the band. Jen told us that on the subway ride over she had been thinking about asking to sing Sweet Child O’ Mine instead of whatever they had previously agreed on. Otrane’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and the assembled troops agreed this was an amazing idea.
The first concert of the two-night run was just an average Umphrey’s show, which had its moments — hey, a mediocre Umphrey’s show is still on par with the best other bands of the genre have to offer. But we still entered the venue on that second night with high hopes, and we didn’t even have confirmation on what Jen would be playing with them — our crew has a firm “We don’t know want to know what’s going to be played” policy.
The band took the stage for night two and it became clear right away that this was going to be the keeper, this was going to be a serious show…
The folks of Across-the-Way Productions, the Floyd County, VA based company that brings 4-days of spectacular music and fun to the Blue Ridge Parkway every year, don’t slow down for
The Rapture always seemed ahead of the second New Wave, and this album, with two tracks produced by Danger Mouse (somebody has to teach them to be cool), shows them moving away from snagging riffs away from the Talking Heads and graduating to the funk and hip-hop of the Tom Tom Club.
The night before Halloween in the Year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred Seventy-Six, Richie Manuel led The Band in an awe-inspiring rendition of Georgia On My Mind for a Saturday
The night before Halloween in the Year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred Seventy-Six, Richie Manuel led The Band in an awe-inspiring rendition of Georgia On My Mind for a Saturday
It used to be cool and inventive when the recently separated Kid Rock sat in with Lynyrd Skynyrd, Aerosmith and Phish. But his sit-in last night with the legendary Billy
It used to be cool and inventive when the recently separated Kid Rock sat in with Lynyrd Skynyrd, Aerosmith and Phish. But his sit-in last night with the legendary Billy
Ben Kweller writes pop songs. They're cheerful and they fly by in a way that belies the forty-minute clock of his new self titled album. Sure, there are the overly sweet and sentimental lines (“Until I Die”) and the guitar riffs that hearken to his teenage days in the post grunge trio Radish (as on album closer “This Is War”). But they're all pop songs at heart and the nice thing about Kweller is that he makes no apologies for this.
With bold song-writing talents and multiple creative endeavors, Will Oldham, aka “Bonnie Prince Billy” could have very well had his coming out party years ago, but instead like his subtle voice, he prefers to linger in the background. His lush symphonic daydream The Letting Go, travels in old time Leonard Cohen territory, that doesn’t stray far from Damien’s Rice’s emotive folk.