My review is online. It includes a comma splice that was inserted after it left my hands. As well as a cliché that I used in modified form that got turned back into the actual cliché. I’ll let you guess which sentence that is. Eh, I guess I’m happy with it for my first-ever real review. I’m pretty sure I didn’t focus enough on the actual music. But, you know, when the show is good…
The first time I ever heard this song*, it stressed me out. It was just so loosely bound together that I wasn’t sure if it was going to hold tight until the end. It’s the opposite of tight and predictable; actually its irregularity becomes so predictable by the end that it’s predictable. Anyway, I’ve had the kind of uncertain, low week that would be perfectly set in montage form to this song. I hate that…
Mark your calendars: The Harmony Brothers will make their live debut this Friday at Otherlands, alongside Cory Branan and Brad Bailey. The show starts at about 7 or 8, I think. I wish I could go to witness the first Harmony Brothers old-timey emo-indie-country-folk-gospelcore spiritual, but I’ll be slinging pages like a trained monkey just a few miles away. Maybe I can sneak out on my lunch break and catch a couple of songs or…
Hearing a song on the radio that’s about heartache and giving up on something special, and knowing it was written about you. And not in the generic this song is totally about my situation, but in the actual this song is literally about me and my life way. It’s sobering. And sad. But it is what it is. A snapshot of this life. If you’re so inclined, you can check out Phil’s new music project…
[for May 6] These ladies were working it for Project Pat, who drew a ginormous crowd that I very nearly did not make it out of. The suburban kids love them some Project Pat. I had never felt more square than when I realized that I wasn’t sure which dude on the stage was Project Pat, so I didn’t really know where to point my camera. Ha. But for those of you playing along at…
[for May 5] Their set rocked. Being down in the photo pit for the first three songs was fantastic. Then getting spit back out into the crowd was devastating. To go from the view above to the one below in ten short minutes is pretty humbling. But it gave me an excellent opportunity to observe some audience drama about punches and shoes and cops. Here’s a little taste of Wolfmother for you: Today I’m off…
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