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I don't usually go for rap, but it's the soon-to-close Knitting Factory, and it's festival time, so wtf? Before it gets all crazy, an old timer gets up there and […]

Holy mother organ: these beasts in Philly's Pattern Is Movement are stirring up a free-form ruckus in the KF Old Office. At one point, it looked like the drummer –

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

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