Any of you Widespread Panic fans ever wondered what John Bell would sound like if he were a chick? That’d be pretty weird, but I bet someone has. Wonder no
I’ve written about Tea Leaf Green coming to New York and flat-out flooring me so many times that I can’t even find a fresh angle with which to present the blistering 12/28 show at Mexicali Blues in Teaneck, New Jersey.
I guess I can talk about how I brought my snobby musician friend who previously had only unflattering adjectives to describe them, only to hear him whisper “I’m totally sold” a few songs into the proceedings. I can talk about the sweet, sweet venue and how it played the perfect host on a sold-out night. I can talk about the impossibly frenetic Wet Spot > Death Cake > Wet Spot that closed the first set, or the beautiful nod to the New York crowd in the wholly original Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues cover, or the utter evilness and sheer nastiness emanating from Josh Clark’s guitar in Bouncin’ Betty.
Mostly, though, I left the Mexicali show elated that TLG had successfully restored my faith in the band after two fairly mediocre shows in October (Irving Plaza and The Vic). I had written after the CBGB show in April that “TLG gets hyperbolically better every time I see them. Tighter. Looser. More Confident. They’ve got the swagger now. They don’t take a night off. They don’t take a note off.”
But whereas I had begun to re-evaluate the above stream of thought after those two shows in October, I walked out of Mexicali Blues that night as committed to their present and their potential as I’ve ever been. This show proved exactly why this band is one of my favorite touring acts in the country today.
With my faith now restored, I can now in good conscience present this sick photo gallery from the show, courtesy of our crafty friend Ted Wong…
After a couple of short weeks, we’re back to the grind with a full week of action. Don’t think of it as more work, think of it as more Hidden
Back when Neil was better known as the “Young” in Crosby, Stills Nash & Young, Neil delivered his pre-grunge outfit, Crazy Horse in all their earnest glory at New York City’s Fillmore East on March 6 & 7, 1970. Released as Live at the Fillmore East, this marks first release of the Young archives series.
"Here’s comes the razor of doubt, here comes the falling out,” Matthew Ryan sang on the opening track of his first album, May Day, released seven years ago. That particular song, “Guilty,” has summed up the majority of his feelings he has touched on since: living with the doubts that life deals you. Matthew Ryan isn’t a happy songwriter. He’s a human being.
Concerted Comic – week of 1.7.06
The posts have been coming fast and furious, like Tony Romo’s tears. So here’s a recap of what you may or may not have missed ’round these here parts this
The good people over at Weir Freaking have uncovered a set of pictures and video footage of Thursday night’s Nancy Pelosi Presents show in Washington: [youtube]-TALMvGTAGk[/youtube] Ain’t it just wonderful
Sometimes in life everything comes together and you find yourself at the place you most want to be. This past weekend, I was That Guy.
That was me, experiencing the gamut of emotions at the Aragon Ballroom, where Umphrey’s McGee played three shows leading up to New Year’s Eve. I’ve fallen head over heels for UM over the past two years, and I’m thankfully still at the point where I enjoy each successive show more and more. When the band announced they were playing three year-end shows in its hometown, I just couldn’t resist and gathered 15 of my closest friends to join me for a trip to the Midwest.
Each night the band left nothing in the tank as they explored their huge repertoire, even adding a few covers to the mix. When you tear through your own songs for two hours it must be nice to play two or three amazing new covers each night. Who doesn’t like seeing their favorite band switch it up and play something new, like say, Dick In A Box?
The pairing of The Fuzz > Dear Lord that opened the second show was the musical highlight of the three shows that were chock full of musicial highlights. The rock groove found in The Fuzz was a major contrast to the beautiful tones on Dear Lord, a rarity that was one of the first songs the band ever wrote. For me the beauty of Umphrey’s is the diversity of their catalog — one minute the band would be grooving out to a reggae number when all of the sudden a heavy rocker would develop. The other non-musical highlight was the light show. Both the lasers (last seen on Pink Floyd’s Divsion Bell Tour) and the light show were top notch and really added to my enjoyment of the festivities.
Now that I’ve used every positive adjective in the blogging handbook in gushing over Umphrey’s, let’s check out some snapshots. Adam Kaufman shot the middle show on December 30th, and the pictures came out so good I thought I’d let the images do the talking and present a gallery of his incredible photos…
After a couple of three-day weekends we’re back to the old-fashioned two-day version. Whatevs, Fridays are awesome. It’s been a busy week at Hidden Track Headquarters, yet believe it or not
