January 2010

Week That Was: Even More Harvest Moon

Friday ended another fast and furious week on Hidden Track as we presented a full slate of features, columns and news stories.  For this week’s Cover Wars, DaveO looked at

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Friday’s Leftovers: WSP / Hookahville

Jam titans Widespread Panic announced the full details of their Spring Tour this afternoon. The run starts after the Wanee Festival and includes two-night stands at the Warner Theatre in

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Time To Bust Out Your Spring Jacket

Not counting the brief post-midnight hour or so of music during their epic New Year’s Eve performance at Madison Square Garden, last year was entirely devoid of My Morning Jacket

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F4tF: Pontarlier, Epicenter of Absinthe PT1

This past May I went to Paris. It was my first time returning to the City of Lights since having lived there all of 1992 when I was part of the opening management team for Disneyland Paris. In the coming weeks, I plan on putting together a few postings about my food experiences from the trip.


The highlight of the Paris trip, though, was the day I took the TGV from the Gare du Nord in Paris to Pontarlier, which is near the Swiss border for a tour of a working absinthe distillery there.

Staring at the departure board in the Gare du Nord, looking for what platform my train was on. It was #17, all the way on the other side of the station


3 1/2 hours later, we were in Pontarlier.

READ ON for more of Jon’s trip to the Epicenter of Absinthe…

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Video: Local Natives – Airplanes

Keeping in the spirit of Scotty’s post yesterday, former Blips act Local Natives, whose debut album Gorilla Manor will get its stateside release via French Kiss on February 16, have

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Televised Tune: On The Tube This Weekend

We weren’t racing to set our DVRs for Michael Buble’s stint as the musical guest on this week’s Saturday Night Live until we read Brooklyn Vegan’s post advising us that

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Volume 35: Bob Dylan

I bought my first Bob Dylan album in San Antonio, Texas, in November of 1993. I had taken a train there from Springfield, Illinois with my dad and my brother—a ride that lasted 26 hours each way. We traveled to watch NAIA soccer, you know, the usual things a family does over Thanksgiving.  Needless to say, we weren’t the usual family.

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