What was Bruuuuuce saying? Put words in The Boss’s mouth… [Photo by Jeff Kravitz from Inside Celeb Pics] We’ve got a copy of Jam Cam Chronicles Vol. 5 for the
The best of the best from Friday's shows.
Let’s kick off the week with a giveaway, shall we? We’ve got a pair of Rothbury Festival tickets to give to one of our faithful Twitter friends. Any Twitter user
Sharing the same name with a certain “shoeless” baseball player, Joe Jackson has probably suffered a time or two from an identity crisis. For this Mr. Joe Jackson, the English singer-songwriter, composer, and pianist, he’s probably fine that his otherwise common name provides him a sense of creative freedom.
Phish just completed their festival-closing show at Bonnaroo where they’ve were joined by Bruce Springsteen for the first cover of Mack Rice’s Mustang Sally since 1988 as well as takes
Phish archivist Kevin Shapiro will host special editions of From The Archives this afternoon from 2PM to 4PM CDT and on Sunday from 2PM to 4PM CDT on Radio Bonnaroo.
Dave Vann has been down in Manchester this weekend shooting Bonnaroo. He sent us 40 fantastic shots of Friday’s action. Let’s take a look…
Gomez Shows Off Their Sweet Backdrop
READ ON for more of Dave Vann’s Bonnaroo photos including shots of Phish, David Byrne, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Kaki King and the Beasties…
Last night Phish treated the survivors of the Bonnaroo mud to a high-energy three hour set filled with hits, new songs and their first cover of AC/DC’s Highway to Hell
The great thing about working in the East Village is that there are some amazing food places that are hidden on the side streets and if you go at the right time you can get some amazing food with little to no wait.
One of those places is Porchetta on East 7th Street between 1st avenue and Avenue A. The foods that I head in there for are their homemade Pork Ragu and their oh so delicious Crispy Potatoes with Burnt Ends.
The pork ragu takes 48 hours to make and is not available all the time but when it is, you have to go in to try it. The picture above is one I took months ago when they first rolled it out. They now serve it in a big bowl with the bread on the side for a way economical $8. I stopped in last night on the way home from work and only got the crispy potatoes with burnt ends (to go) as I was on a walking and grazing tour and found my way over to Momofuko Ssam for Pork Buns, Sake Lemonade and cookies from Milk Bar before heading home. I’ll do my piece on Momofuko Milk Bar soon as their stuff is amazing and their corn cookies ethereal. READ ON for more…
For a music fan, sitting down for a cup of coffee in the East Village with Buddy Cage beats anything a trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame or reading a Robert Greenfield book could possibly offer to them.
Not to take anything away from either of those experiences, but as a self-proclaimed “lifelong freelancer” who for years served as Jerry Garcia’s hand-picked fill-in on his original pedal steel side-project, the New Riders of the Purple Sage, and has long been known as a first-call steel player, performing on albums with a diverse range of artists such as Bob Dylan, Ryan Montbleau, and even Anne Murray, Buddy Cage has more stories in his years than a sequoia and loves nothing more than to share them with a curious listener. And by “share” them, that means you get the unadulterated, R-rated version complete with gory details.
On the New Riders and the new album, Where I Come From
The New Riders of the Purple Sage are quite an amazing story in longevity, a band that has spanned around 40 years and 24 different members. In fact, amazingly enough, the predecessor lineup from 1982 to 1997 actually shares no common members with the current reformation.
For Buddy Cage, after originally joining the New Riders in 1972, both he and keystone member David Nelson decided to hang it up in 1982. “We were shot: physically, mentally, shot. There was no new material coming in and we were becoming our own damn knock off band, playing smaller and smaller venues.”
READ ON for more of Ryan’s interview with Buddy Cage of the NRPS…
