Pullin’ ‘Tubes: Lollapalooza Clips Galore
A number of terrific clips from Lollapalooza are starting to hit YouTube, including a huge batch of videos ripped from the webcast. Here’s a list of what’s available so far,
A number of terrific clips from Lollapalooza are starting to hit YouTube, including a huge batch of videos ripped from the webcast. Here’s a list of what’s available so far,
Will take time to let it all sink in, but overall one of the strongest Vibes in recent memory—a really strong mix of young and old, classic and new, Dead
Between attending the Newport Folk Festival, posting Chad’s articles from the Vibes and following the action at Lollapalooza it’s taken me a while to get up and running today. But
I was pretty bummed last week when news hit that Dr. Dog would have to cancel their tour opening show at Bowery Ballroom because of bass player Toby Leaman’s vocal
We’ve reached the last-day-of-the-festival haze: that sense of overwhelming exhaustion that comes after a lot of good music’s come and gone, a lot of beer’s gone down the gullet, and
There are musicians who can carry a tune, musicians who can sing, musicians who can stoke a whole room with their vocals, and musicians who have such rich and powerful
Giving Up the Ghost is Jackie Greene’s best album to date—the fullest expression of his folksy songwriting and country blues dexterity. But his songs have never been over-reliant on heavy
The highly anticipated forthcoming album from Stereolab, Chemical Chords is due out August 19 on 4AD. If you discount Fab Four Suture, the EP collection of 2006, Chemical Chords is
. I'd be glad to see Judas Priest push past their established sound and stretch out into new territory, making a case for their continued existence. However, it isn't their music that they were trying to stretch here, it was their egos.
I usually don’t go to concerts by myself, but sometimes curiosity gets the best of me. And last winter, Jessica Sonner was a major curiosity of mine. Having listened to her music via her MySpace page for a few days, I was hooked; and luckily for me, she was coming to town. So while my wife worked a night shift, I saw her play an early set at Off Broadway in St. Louis, and I was gratefully rewarded with an intimate performance. It was just her and an acoustic, one that had been damaged on the plane the day before. She seemed concerned about it, and I don’t blame her – for most songwriters, a certain guitar is irreplaceable. Sonner seemed no different.