concert: j. roddy walston & the business @ double door

Started my Chicago weekend off onThursday evening with pizza with Adam, and finished it by shooting in a venue I hadn’t set foot in in years, Chicago’s venerable dive the Double Door. The pizza was great, Adam is awesome, and the new J. Roddy record rocks harder live than it does in the recording, but…

festival: hopscotch music festival 2013

This is the third year in a row that I’ve photographed Raleigh’s weird, charming, brilliant Hopscotch Music Festival, and while it might have been the year I saw the fewest number of bands (… 30 or so over the weekend), it might be the year I had the most fun. Hopscotch is, always, a festival…

preview: hopscotch night three

Utter soul-bursting joy is listening to the Deal sisters cover ‘Happiness Is A Warm Gun’ because, you know, they’d finished playing Last Splash, and they had some more time on stage, and, as Kelley said, “We know a Beatles song.” As always, Hopscotch, as a whole you were beautiful, and you had a single moment…

preview: hopscotch night one

Three from night one. More to come. I have been awake for 45 minutes; I have written my Jam of the Day, I have answered a day job question over the phone, I have pared down last night’s photos, I have scarfed a bowl of instant Thai peanut noodles, I am ready to go.

concert: tribe one and jesse dangerously

I never, ever get tired of watching people I love do really amazing things; and I never, ever get tired of shooting hip hop, because it’s something I don’t do often; so I really love when my nerdcore rapper friends come to town, because I get to watch people I love do amazing things they…

concert: the breedings @ the casbah

I have been waiting a long time — since I first heard their 2010 record Laughing At Luck, basically — to see the Breedings live. And, oh, was Friday night’s set lovely. Every time I listen to one of their records, I am amazed at Willie and Erin’s ability to harmonize, and the songwriting is…

concert: leftover cuties @ local 506

With a name like Leftover Cuties, and a deliciously vampy frontwoman with a ukelele, this Venice Beach quartet could have teetered on that edge where they’re simply going to fall over a line into just too twee, too precious; they’re saved by a helping of rakish, slightly dirty charm, and primarily by the fact that they make very,…

southern culture on the skids @ berkeley cafe

This show had been booked for ages, long before it was announced that the Berkeley was shutting down its big music room and outstanding roots music booker Marianne Taylor was moving over to Southland Ballroom (making that venue a place to watch, for the first time, outside of the Vaudevillain Revue) — but it would…