Wait, is this SXSW?
While hanging around Santos Party House tonight, I bumped into my co-worker Steve and his wife Sara. They hail from Austin, so we spent the better part of an hour swapping stories
No Terrorists Here
Hey, at least these guys don't make my ears bleed. (Iran, Santos Party House) More pics below.
Dude, My Ears Hurt
Dear Andrew WK, Your Santos Party House is a very nice-looking venue, and you've obviously spared no expense in your lights and sound. But, dude, does it really need to
Something Different
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
Deadly Duo
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 –
Saturday Night Statement
Ok, maybe its context, but I'm just going to put it out there: the progressive arm of indie rock – the one that veers into loops, distortion and beats –
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
Enough Already
Oh boy, I think it's time to go home. (Pictured: Jay Reatard at Bowery Ballroom, around 1:40 am.)
Straight Up
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