Alright, now we’re just getting silly. The reunion rush continues, and another aging group of rockers is back for a quick cash grab — how very punk rock. The Sex
“Scholars, fans, artists, performers and members of the extended Grateful Dead family will gather at the University of Massachusetts Amherst in November for the first major university conference on the
After reading my review of the Allman Brothers Band show we attended just a few weeks ago, my buddy DJ had just one complaint. "They're not going to stretch things out like they do at the Beacon. You just can't expect that." While the ABB may have showed such restraint in New Jersey last month, I am proud to report that Gov't Mule did no such thing as they kicked off their "Mighty High" tour at the Central Park Summerstage on September 6.
As the bartender at The Bowery Ballroom told me on Thursday night, you really can’t go wrong with a guy from Minnesota. And as it just so happened, Minneapolis’ Mark Olson and his cross-cultural band took to the stage at The Bowery Ballroom with a fresh and energetic half-step that was exciting and enjoyable. Olson has spent the last two years enduring the highs and lows of life: the sadness of a divorce, the healing power of music – all captured on the former Jayhawk’s first official solo release, The Salvation Blues.
lay It as It Lays is a light bluesy rock album with touches of country, folk, soul and even gospel, but the whole thing is really just a vehicle for her voice with it's nice movement, mild rasp and country twang.
I just went to the freezer to pull out some ice cubes for the Pepsi cola I intended to pour. Ever since I got my own place, I’ve started talking
We’ve got another answer to the Where’s Cactus query? Former Phish bassist Mike Gordon returned to the stage on Saturday night to sit in with Gov’t Mule at Burlington’s Memorial Auditorium. The artist formerly known as Cactus played a crazy looking bass during covers of the Grateful Dead’s Loser and JJ Cale’s After Midnight with Warren and the boys. You can buy the official audio recording of the show shortly over at Mule Tracks.
Ace provided us with plenty of coverage from the Austin City Limits festival this weekend, but a few other stories came our way…behold:
And as always on Mondays, read on after the jump for a full slate of setlists from the weekend in music…and hit us up with any cool links we didn’t see.
Haven’t been following? Get caught up if you haven’t been following: full Day One recap, full Day Two recap, and the Great ACL Fire of 2007…
So long, Texas — I shall miss this Glorious Smörgåsbord you natives call the Austin City Limits music festival. Seventeen more bands offered us free samples on the final day of the event, bringing the total tasting menu up to an uneven 49 acts over the 27 hours we spent cruising the spectacular (and quickly browning from the over-aggressive sun) Zilker Park grounds.
My Morning Jacket’s Jim James grew out his hair again
Day One brought the unexpected fire, Day Two brought the unrelenting warmth, and Day Three just brought the heat. Tell me how it’s possible to top a two-hour stretch of My Morning Jacket > Wilco > Ghostland Observatory > The Decemberists. Vanessa Williams didn’t play today, but ACL certainly saved the best for last. First, I will chop off my balls for crafting such a silly sentence. Next, I shall regale you all with a comprehensive report from the festival and publish another full photo gallery from our main man, Danfun.
We just can’t praise enough the effort the organizers of this festival put forth — about the only complaints I’ve unofficially registered surround the choice of placing Wilco and My Morning Jacket in conflicting time slots on Day Three and the fact that Bob Dylan may have sent his evil twin in his stead to sing with gravel and razorblades in his throat. Yikes, Uncle Robert.
But other than that, the execution was flawless. This was a festival virtually devoid of any inter-artist collaboration and breakout covers, and yet the performances were worth every penny. The bang for the festival buck here is simply astonishing, so read on after the jump for the latest installment of Ace Is Goddamned Exhausted And Hasn’t Slept In Three Days…
Austin, Texas may very well be the greatest city in the world. I can’t speak to the city’s infrastructure, its public transportation, its race relations, its garbage pick-up or its political competency, but when there’s unrelated piles of vomit splashed all over famed 6th Street at closing time, you get my vote. That’s a city that knows how to deliver that glorious metaphorical reacharound.
The Osheaga Music Festival returned to beautiful Parc Jean Drapeau in Montreal, QC for its second year in a row. The festival initially boasted an all-star line-up with recent buzz-worthy acts such as Amy Winehouse and Peter, Bjorn, and John, but due to unforeseen circumstances the two artists had to drop out of the festival. However, with The Smashing Pumpkins, Arctic Monkeys, Bloc Party, Interpol, and Feist on board, the festival was far from a shortage of heavy hitters.
