justin townes earle — harlem river blues

Justin Townes Earle — Harlem River Blues. Out now, Bloodshot Records. You can’t fall over a review of or an interview with or an article about JTE without the painfully obvious question about his name in it; after three albums and an EP, I would like to think that most music writers are more clever than…

american aquarium @ the pour house, december 2010

American Aquarium at the Pour House in the first weekend in December is tradition, by now; last night was raucously hilarious and bizarre and fantastic. They always are. Those boys never disappoint me.

mason jennings — the flood

Mason Jennings — The Flood. Out now digitally, 11/23 hard copy on Brushfire Records. This is not the post I planned to write today. This, instead: me at 19, with the poodle passing as my hair grown most of the way down my back, instead of short and shaggy like I keep it now. (Sometimes…

the belleville outfit @ berkeley cafe

Sometimes genre is useful in describing music; an easy way to convey to another person that they will, or won’t, like a band. Sometimes it’s easy because you can say, “They’re a rock band,” or “They’re a traditional bluegrass band.” And sometimes, as with Austin, TX’s the Belleville Outfit, you get stuck. You say to…

the static minds @ kings

About halfway through the Static Minds’ set last night, I turned to t. and said, “All frontmen should come with hips and hair like Erik’s. It should be a requirement.” I know a lot of really great lead singers, lead guitarists, and Erik Sugg is among the best I’ve seen in the Triangle in forever….

the static minds — electricty

The Static Minds — Electricity. Out officially 11/12 on Custom Made Music, stream it here in advance. I know nothing about punk. Or hardcore. Or post-punk. Or, really, ’60s and ’70s heavy rock and roll outside of what gets played on 96Rock in the mornings. At all. I mean, for Christ’s sake, I’m reading Please Kill…

the felice brothers @ kings

I’m rarely left speechless by a show. Gibbering like an idiot, occasionally, but rarely speechless. I can almost always find some twist of words to explain why something was tremendous, or at least an adjective or six, but this morning, I am still stuttering over last night’s Felice Brothers set at Kings. We saw them…

with a folksinger’s heart

The reason you would create anything is because you love it enough to see it exist. — Robert Fritz, “The Path of Least Resistance”