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It's a movie! It's a musical! It's a musical movie!

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Hairspray (2007) ain't even in theaters yet, but there's already another movie-to-musical-to-musical-movie boomerang making the Hollywood rounds. Read more »

Missing persons find an advocate in local musician Saul Kaye

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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 »

Cherub block? Thoughts on the Smashing Pumpkins' return

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By Sean Manning

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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 »

Keen on Maria McKee

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By Todd Lavoie

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)."

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Love is... Maria McKee. Read more »

Hootie and the Blowfish are NOT playing tomorrow night at the Bottom of the Hill

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By Robert Bergin

A tiny, weasel-ish looking man sits at his computer, typing furiously, snickering occasionally.

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Experimental Dental School on Europe tour 2006, Lille, France. Photo by Fred (photorock.com)

“At last!” he cries, his nasally yelp going unnoticed by his cat, who remains focused on lapping up milk left over from that morning’s bowl of cereal. Read more »

Drums, not bombs

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By Molly Freedenberg

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 »

Oh, Vetiver! The grass is green; not so the SF-ish band

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By Max Goldberg

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!"

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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 »

Hey baby, it's the Fourth of July...

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Last week at 12 Galaxies, John Doe busted out X's most patriotically-titled tune. I missed Exene on the chorus, but whatever. Independence Day traditions in my world include watching at least a few minutes of Independence Day -- which I just tried to find on TV, and it ain't on, so this tradition is in danger of not happening except in my photographic-movie-memory -- and eating the biggest hamburger I can get my mitts around.

Oh, and FREEDOM ROCK. FREEDOM ROCK has it all! Read more »

Pick-nik season is so on...

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Step right up for the git-pickin' pick o' the litter at the first annual San Francisco Picker’s Picnic on Friday, July 6, at Bottom of the Hill.

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King City with child.

Joe Price with Vicki Price, King City, Craig Ventresco with Meredith Axelrod, Gaucho, and Pat Johnson will be your shred-meisters. Read more »

Brazilian psych free-for-all!

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By Sean Manning

Nearly 40 years ago, Brazil’s Os Mutantes sewed the seeds of their now-legendary status by creating a pastiche of hallucinatory sounds and good ole fashioned Beatles-like harmonies so fluidly that they’ve inspired a whole new generation of followers extending far beyond the city limits of their native Sao Paulo. Read more »