Last night I had the most peculiar dream. There I was, in Paris of all places, glug-glugging champagne from the boot of a Moulin Rouge can-can showgirl while a pair of elephants bejeweled with emeralds and rubies swaggered a slow bolero to the one-two-three/one-two-three of a rowdy accordionist grinding out hot-pepper triplets from the razor edge of a tightrope hung above. Read more »
East Bay's Saul Kaye has found his mission - each CD-release show he's doing for his latest, A Taste of Paradise (by the way, who came up with the subgenius idea of doing multiple CD-release shows - when does it all end!?) is going to be focused on raising awareness of missing people of the Bay Area. Read more »
In a perfect world, the Smashing Pumpkins’ residency at the Fillmore that begins next week would start not with one of the band’s nu-skool eyeliner anthems like “United States” or “God and Country,” but with James Iha and D’arcy Wretsky taking the stage, throwing their replacements off, kicking Billy Corgan in the groin, and then diving straight into “Jellybelly.”
Unfortunately, the chances of that happening are about as good as Corgan growin Read more »
I'd always enjoyed Maria McKee's former band, the under-appreciated rootsy rockers Lone Justice, but my moment of conversion--- much like it was for countless others, I'd wager--- arrived in the form of her contribution to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, "If Love is a Red Dress (Hang Me in Rags)."
A few years ago, a friend of mine lost most of his fingers when a firecracker went off in his right hand. Having gone to his house just minutes after the accident (and therefore seen the gory aftermath), it was hard to imagine a more gruesome, traumatic accident. And knowing he was a right-handed graphic designer, it was hard to imagine one more tragic.
Of course, that is, until I heard about the accident that befell Roisin Isner, drummer for the San Francisco band Tinkture. Read more »
As Andy Cabic and co. tuned up for another gentle folk-rock Vetiver jam Tuesday night at The Independent, my housemate gushed, "I feel like I'm at a real rock concert!"
Indeed, there was something pro about Vetiver's set - it was some combination of a balanced, generous song list, tight arrangements, the Independent's sharply defined sound, and the large crowd swaying to music that so conjures Northern California's finest elements. Read more »