By Tim Redmond
I suppose Child Protective Services will come and arrest me now that I’m about to admit that I took my kindergarten-age daughter to see a rock concert in Oakland, on a school night, and kept her up until well past 10 pm without a proper dinner … But what can I say: Vivian loves Hannah Montana. She has all the CDs. She watches the TV show. She puts on her best rock-star outfits and sings the songs, over and over, and dances and tells me that she’s going to be a rock star. Read more »
It's not exactly a Prague Spring, but hope springs eternal that there will be intriguing sounds in the house when venerable Czech underground avant-proggists Uz Jsme Doma come to SF. Cod Liver Oil (Skoda) is the name of the Teplice-based combo's new CD game - get a dose when they stop here, after what looks to be a moody tour of Praguetowns across America. Read more »
I don’t really kick it with many “tweens,” so I was pretty slow on the uptake when it comes to the whole “Hannah Montana” thing. In fact, I had to be informed of her existence by a colleague of mine here at the Guardian: Duncan Davidson.
“What!” he exclaimed one day, sending six-odd high-gauge earrings aquiver and clenching exclamatory muscles beneath his elaborately tattooed forearms. Read more »
An incredible argument against America’s tragic downsizing of school music programs? Why sure! What do you get when you create a national system of youth musical education that reaches 250,000 kids, spawns 120 orchestras, and offers even the poorest kids in the country an opportunity to express themselves and plug into global culture? Well, El Sistema, as the huge and tuneful operation in Venezuela is known, is one. Read more »
OMFG -- you knew it would happen. Girly bear rap-rock AT LAST hits the viral mainstream. And yes, it's pretty terrifying. Even more terrifying -- why is SFBG becoming a clearinghouse for bearmusicalreleases? Read more »
Let's pick up where the first installment of "Spooked sounds" left off: here are a few more notorious sonic “events,” which constitute a spectral and alternative history in recorded music’s century long canon. The more cryptic, the more incredible and the more emphatic the anecdote, the scarier the sounds. Read more »
It’s always nice to get a warm feeling from a show, regardless of the sonic or literal violence you might undergo during it. The bartender at Café Du Nord on Thursday, Oct. 25, was kind enough to hand me my drink with an unusually welcoming smile. Suddenly I overheard a discussion about how beautiful a certain country highway was - the one I’d just happened to grow up on. Ah, home. Read more »
The Pipettes are a UK trio with a Supremes-meets-indie-rock popgirl sexgimmick on a North American tour come two years too late. They wear polka-dot skirts. They are hot. They dance about. They are very sexy. They sing about boys in school uniforms and dance about. They are female vocalists. Read more »
Johnny Ace: a blues icon turns into one of rock's first casualties.
By Erik Morse
With Halloween soon approaching, all the party mixtapes and Goth soundtracks will inevitably be programmed with the scary and spectral. It only seems appropriate, then, to take a look at a history of some of these ghostly recordings, albeit of a slightly different kind. Read more »