It used to be tradition that each Monday following Neil Young’s Bridge School Benefit concerts at Shoreline would bring fluffy reviews extolling the virtues of that weekend’s concerts and of
My, oh my, is anyone else as sick of the political bullshit as I am? It isn’t bad enough that gas is hovering around $3 a gallon (I can’t believe I am actually celebrating the fact that I can fill up for less than $50) or that the economy is in the toilet, or that pretty much every business in the world is losing money faster than a rookie poker player trying to impress a new girlfriend.
By the sheer luck of the calendar, Americans are inundated by dumbed-down, personal attacks and dirty trick political ads as the date we choose the next leader of the free world draws near. Ballot measures with questionable wording and suspicious origins generate divisive diatribes between the pros and the cons, tossing around words like boondoggle and accusing the other side of various nefarious goings on. What the hell IS a boondoggle anyway? (For the record, I know what a boondoggle really is, but I use the phrase for effect. Don’t obsess on the details)
So it’s Friday and the day job has been really busy, and the radio and television won’t shut up about whom I ought to vote for and who approves this ad or that and I checked my 401K and found out that I’ll probably have to work an extra twenty years before I retire and the furnace only blows cold air and probably needs a few hundred dollars to make it hot again and all I can think of is I need to get away NOW. I need to escape, hide, hole up, hunker down in my own little Camp David and regroup. I know. There’s a great show at the Aladdin tonight. I’ll saunter in to the sold out former porn theater and lose myself in the musical atmosphere emitted by Ryan Montbleau and Martin Sexton.
READ ON for more of A.J.’s review of Montbleau and Sexton in Portland…
With Halloween just a few days away, we thought we’d start getting in the mood over here at HT. While there may be any number of appropriate songs for All
Phil Lesh begins his marathon 14 date run at the Nokia in NYC later this week, and the least we can do is help y’all get ready. This extra edition
The Black Crowes kick off the first night of what used to be a four night run, but was recently scaled back to a three night run at NYC’s Hammerstein
Like The Joshua Tree, the inaugural title of the U2 reissue series begun last year, the recently released double disc sets of the band’s first three albums and their initial live release are truly deluxe packages. Bound like books and enclosed in slipcases, the CD graphics of the archival sets, replete with historical detail, expand on the originals. The liner note essays can be a bit melodramatic, yet The Edge’s own recollections on the recordings, original sessions and B-sides, live shows and alternate takes are the epitome of informality.
he club scene has long been a productive shed for bands that most of pop culture really don’t appreciate. Take Yo La Tengo, Les Savy Fav or Lambchop – they’ve been playing a long time but haven’t reached theater status yet. Two bands sharing the bill at The Clubhouse in Tempe: Earl Greyhound and Portugal The Man brought their uncanny ability to awe and maybe one day earn their name in bigger lights.
Babelgum’s talent-scouting continues. The free, independent Web TV platform today announced the launch of its brand new "Babelgum Music Video Awards" ™, in partnership with Music Nation. Following the success
Renowned indie-folk sensation Ingrid Michaelson announced today the release of her new album, Be OK, as part of AmieStreet.com’s ongoing "Download To Make A Difference" campaign. Ms. Michaelson, whose music rose to
Wilco have added a couple of their own shows to the upcoming outing they are scheduled to take with Neil Young, kicking off November 29 in Halifax, Nova Scotia. In
