Above the Boardwalk
I didn't make it to any of this past weekend's Coney Island Rockabilly Festival, but I did make it out to the boardwalk in time to catch the tail
Nous Sommes Stupides
According to Dan Wakin in today's Times, the Met, in its infinite wisdom, has decided to cut ties with singer-songwriter Rufus Wainwright, who has been writing an opera, Prima Donna,
My Kind of Tourist Trap
Sometimes in this town, you need to brave the tourist hordes to get to the really good stuff. Case in point: last night's early set at the Village Vanguard, the
Parting Blast
I made it back from Saratoga just in time to catch Yo La Tengo at McCarren Pool, where they're headlining the last-ever JellyNYC Pool Party. The crowd is absolutely massive
Saratoga Nightcap
After an hour of fruitless wandering around downtown Saratoga in search of something other than tepid coverbands, I stop in the Circus Cafe on my way home and am blown
Pub Music
I don't know if The Tavern section of Orff's Carmina Burana technically qualifies as bar music, but I'll go out on a limb and say the Philadelphia Orchestra (who played
Saratoga Nights
I didn't think I'd end up falling for a local jazz band named Flavor, playing in the center strip of downtown Saratoga's Mardi Gras-like madness. But, these guys have solid
Old Time Rhythm
Up in Saratoga Springs this weekend, primarily for tomorrow's Travers Stakes at Saratoga Race Course but also for some fun music happenings (including Orff's Carmina Burana tomorrow night with the
Guest Post: Dirty Projectors
While I was dodging raindrops at the Wordless Music show last Friday night, my friend Brendan was down at the Seaport catching Brooklyn's Dirty Projectors and White Williams. Here's his