2008

In order to honor LeRoi Moore’s life the Dave Matthews Band have started a fund in support of ‘Roi’s favorite charities. Here’s more info from the band… We would like

I’m a few short hours away from getting a plane and heading out to San Francisco – I know, I’m sure you’re sick of hearing about it by now. For

As we mentioned, Kevin Shapiro spun an epic special edition of Phish – From The Archives yesterday afternoon once the Walnut Creek broadcast was finished. He dropped a number of

I’m sensing a bit of trend with my selections this week, other than the legendary Steve Winwood, I’ve offered up two acts that have been steeped in a rootsy-Americana sound

Last weekend saw the return of RANA at NYC’s Mercury Lounge. We asked our friend Neddy of of the week to share his thoughts on the first two-set RANA show in nearly two years. Without further ado, take it away Ned…

There’s this band that’s been on a “hiatus” of an undetermined length that you may have heard about. Four guys – guitar, bass, drums and keys – who spent many a night making grown men pee their pants with unabashed, blazing rock and roll. A number of their acolytes – the ones who “got it” – have anxiously been awaiting their return, gazing at the stars, charting the planetary positions and slaughtering lambs at the altar of the music gods. Without warning, the signs started popping up like easy-to-read clues in a M. Night Shyamalan movie… was the rockphecy true? Would they return? Then it appeared: a pimple on the face of the NYC music calendar; a big, fat, glorious zit that you could not ignore and that you could not make go away… August 16th, Mercury Lounge… Ph… er, Rana was back, muthafuckas!!

Well, August 16th has come and gone, let’s go and assess the damage, crime scene investigator style. That’s right, it’s an episode of CSI:LES… we’ve got our victim here, mid-30’s, male, pupils fixed and dilated; the ME lists serious pain in all joints, with especially bad swelling in his fist-pumping shoulder and head-banging neck; his shirt is just back from the lab and shows unnaturally large amounts of whiskey on it, which points to either high concentrations of Jameson in his sweat or an unnatural amount of spillage (most likely the latter, brought on by an illicit mix of drinking and dancing); the vic seems dazed and confused, muttering “It isn’t love, it isn’t life, just rock and roll every night!” over and over, better get someone down here for a psych consult; and finally this toxicology report shows incredibly strong doses of Ranarock in his bloodstream… that explains it! READ ON for more…