Christiana meets Copeland – again – before their recent Nashville show, and everything comes full circle.
For a summer I was convinced that Phox’s Monica Martin and I were in love with the same man. So could I choose to hate Monica Martin, or did I want to make her my best friend?
Shanning took her camera to Luke Bell’s Mercy Lounge show on Thursday and caught a little appearance from Cale Tyson, too.
You might question my sanity and why I think it’s a good thing that I’m thrilled that the most self-aggrandizing figure in contemporary music erupted into yet another petulant outburst at an increasingly irrelevant awards ceremony.
“There is a really awesome venue in town owned by a very awesome person and the first time we booked there they booked us with three girl bands. I called them and I said ‘I love all these bands that you booked us with. Don’t ever fucking do that again.'”
We go inside the mind of Sturgill Simpson’s guitarist, otherwise known as Lil Joe, and find out about the premonition that hinted at Grammy glory.
Hastily tapped by several outlets as the “last great NYC rock band” (probably because music journalists have been inorganically trying to perpetuate that scene’s comeback for so long, ever since The Strokes flew too close to the sun and Interpol and TV On The Radio aged into their roles as second-act dad rockers), Parquet Courts are a bit more interesting than the labels might suggest.
Erin Rae takes us through five changes in Nashville that have been done with taste, style and respect for the history, and urges us all to accept that All Things Must Pass.
Kevin hits our beloved local record shop and occasional venue for a late afternoon of enlightenment with the Bros. Landreth
Learn to say “I Love You” as Ms. Rose interprets her favorite romantic odes from a bygone era, alongside friends like Tristen and Derek Hoke and a full orchestra band.