Charlie Parr is a man from another time. He plays country blues and he plays it damn well. Also he’s a native of the land from whence I came, so I’ve got to rep the Minnesota talent. However, even if he wasn’t from ‘The Land of 10,000 Lakes‘ I’d probably still be writing…
After speaking with Beef Wellington last night, we’ve decided that getting drunk is a piss poor excuse to not write anything. So in the spirit of professionalism and alcoholism, these thoughts are provided to you by our sponsors at $12 bottle of rum at our local liquor store. Why rum you may ask? Because it’s…
Is this what happened to the Dinosaurs? Not the ones in Jurassic World, but the ones who buried themselves in a never-ending Hoarders episode where their Vinyl collection took up so much space at home that they suffocated under fallen piles of flat discs enclosed in cardboard. It’s not easy to change formats, even if…
I’ve been away from my computer as I’ve been traveling across the country and I don’t know how to write on a phone because I’m too old and my fingers are too fat. BUT I was able to listen to music on the way as I drove past cows, cows, and more cows. Seriously. Avoid…
This is something we’ve been workshopping for awhile now. It’s been through many iterations but I’ve decided it’s time for these session to see the light of day. This is a rough outline, a pilot if you will. We’ll flesh out these EBE Sessions as time goes on and I’ll make no promises but I’d…
Seeing this band live last month was a pretty good preview for what this album was going to sound like. It’s bigger, darker, and moodier than their debut My Head is an Animal. Also, they stopped talking about the woods so much. I loved the catchy indie-folk-pop sound of their first album, but it did…
Almost time to leave Boston behind for the colder pastures (lakes?) of Minnesota. I’m not sure how much live music I will get to see there unless Bob Dylan does some sort of hometown throwdown type of thing. Still I’m sure I’ll troll the shadiest parts of Duluth looking for music (and booze (and anonymous sex)…
Friday the 26th: Creepoid and Ecstatic Vision @ Johnny Brenda’s Two heavy hitting psych bands from right here in Philly. It’s Creepoid’s record release show and Johnny Brenda’s is always a great room so this one is bound to be good. Friday the 26th: Charlie Parr @ The World Cafe, Wilmington Ya it’s not quite…
Long before Wilco became the band that 30-somethings everywhere started swearing was the best thing since sliced bread, there was Uncle Tupelo. Fronted by Jeff Tweedy (Wilco) and Jay Farrar (Son Volt), these guys were alt-country trail blazers in an era when Nirvana and Pearl Jam owned the air waves. They were rocking pedal…
What’s the only thing weirder about a hardcore band from LA calling themselves The Bronx? The fact that they double as a mariachi band called Mariachi El Bronx of course. Their alter ego opened this night of weird but great music to an even stranger crowd: age range from 2 years old to 80, old…
