Someone had a real good time the other night. Stooges fans Mark Breshears and David Bernstein write in with their experiences at the Warfield on Saturday, April 21. Love the black and silver balloon drop in honor of Iggy Pop's 60th b-day that night (most memorable salutation from the crowd - "Happy birthday, you fuck!").
Our man in the scene is...somewhere up there. Read more »
Trans Am, dude. Powerful, proggy, electro, rockin' - what don't these guys do? Once based in DC, now living all over the place, all over your face, Trans Am rev up their tour tonight, April 21, at Bottom of the Hill, 1233 17th St., SF; (415) 621-4455. Zombi and Black Taj open the all-ages Green Apple Music Festival-sponsored show; the music starts at 10:00 p.m. Lay $14 down. Read more »
I've just discovered my new favorite SF band, French Miami. Yes, the lead singer/guitarist/keyboard-player is a friend of friends, but that's not why I'm so enthusiastic. It's because the band, who played at Fat City last night, plays kickass rock-n-roll with a punkrock edge that kept me dancing (and jumping up and down) the whole set. Read more »
Fuck, people. Buddyhead still destroys, as much as I wanted to be over it. For the uninitiated, Buddyhead's gossip section was a force to be reckoned with for its savage assaults on the worst of the popular music industry delivered in a relentless barrage long before blogs seriously took hold. (They go back at least six years.)
Sadly jazz legend Andrew Hill has passed - after playing a stellar show for SFJAZZ last year and being serenaded by present and past Bay Area players like Nels Cline and Guardian contributor Devin Hoff. Here's the statement from Hill's label, Blue Note.
The Blue Note Records Family is very saddened to announce the passing of the great pianist and composer Andrew Hill. Read more »
Stooges guitarist Ron Asheton is something of a renowned rock god and raconteur of note - the 5-foot-11, blue-eyed Cancer certainly knows how to roll with the punches and spin a tale, even briefly, when not in the shadow of the still great, astonishingly limber Iggy Pop. Read more »
The first time I heard Richard Cheese and Lounge Against the Machine, I imagined a huge 30s style musical with hundreds of dancing girls surrounding one man - Dick Cheese himself – who would be standing in a tux at a glistening grand piano. Professional lighting, gorgeous sequined costumes, a dramatic set. Read more »