Mass Appeal
"I've not written a Mass, I've written a theater piece about a Mass." Leonard Bernstein I took a much-needed time out from CMJ this afternoon to ride up to the
"I've not written a Mass, I've written a theater piece about a Mass." Leonard Bernstein I took a much-needed time out from CMJ this afternoon to ride up to the
Oh boy, I think it's time to go home. (Pictured: Jay Reatard at Bowery Ballroom, around 1:40 am.)
Back at Bowery Ballroom to see Longwave: a local, Spoon-ish, straight-ahead rock outfit. No beats, no bleeps, nothing but lead, rhythm, bass, drums, vocals. Extremely tight. And they soar. And I
I wander into Arlene's Grocery around 10 and Nashville singer-songwriter Brooke Waggoner is on stage: red hair, virtuosic piano, sweet, delicate voice. With strings and bass, it all sounds very much
Oh boy, Friday's turning out to be a whole other ballgame at CMJ, with Pianos, Cake Shop and Merc Lounge all claiming to be sold out. Excuse me, but where
I've heard a fair amount of buzz about San Diego's The Muslims, so was pleasantly surprised to see them on tonight's opening slot at Bowery Ballroom. An ecstatic wail of
Sometimes, you need to sacrifice music for Geography, and so instead of schlepping out to Ft.Greene on the slim hope of getting into tonight's Broken Social Scene show at the
Music festivals are mostly about wading through a sea of mediocrity to discover the one or three new acts who qualify as Killer on the basis of their charisma, or
I was walking past Music Hall of Williamsburg, which hosts weirdo doo-wop-a-billy fiend King Kahn and postpunk vets Mission of Burma tonight in a non-CMJ show. But, a little chat with