Red Rocks

My Morning Jacket Lands at Red Rocks

Few venues in the world are finer places to see live music than Red Rocks Amphitheater in Morrison, Colorado.  On a clear summer night under a bright moon with a cool breeze, few places are finer to be, period.  It is a venue ideally suited to big sounds and bright lights, as both of these will inevitably play upon and dance between the sheer vertical red stone cliff faces.  True fans, and it doesn't matter of whom, show up early and tail gate in the parking lots, soaking up the sun and self-medicating themse

Leftover Salmon & moe. Team Up at Red Rocks

Last weekend Colorado's own Red Rocks Amphitheater hosted the dynamic duo of jamgrass pioneers Leftover Salmon and New York rockers moe.  What was supposed to be a night of ugly weather turned out to be clear and pleasant, back dropped by a magnificent full moon.

Ah, Mother American Night

Another decade another night at Red Rocks for Bob Weir.  Joined by Ratdog for the current lineup's first appearance and co-headlining with Colorado native sons String Cheese Incident, Bobby celebrated his

Trey Anastasio & 70VP | Red Rocks | 8/13/05

Is there a better place to 'see music' than Red Rocks? With it's surreal, natural appeal and rock history ridden presence, it is no wonder why Trey Anastasio still gets excited to play Colorado's favorite venue.

Mark Knopfler | Red Rocks | 7.19.05

Over the years I have always thought of Mark Knopfler as one of my favorite guitar players and I always regretted missing him play live. Last night I figured out why. He was awesome. I was not quite sure what to expect – which was kind of nice for a change. Too many times I know what I am in for and I get just that. But, I have never seen MK and this was going to be a first time for me.

Don't Panic -- 06/24/05 Red Rocks, Morrison, CO

Today thousands of Widespread Panic fans awoke still scratching their heads over last night's second set at Red Rocks Amphitheatre. Of course your hard-core Panic fan will analyze each set they play with both the precision of a Talmudic scholar, perfected in the mold of the Grateful Dead scholars that came before them, and the intense focus of a NASCAR mechanic, the perfect blend of rock and roll creation and down-home country-fuck.

The Dead @ Red Rocks | 6/15/04

Driving down from Boulder on HWY 93, our VW Bus and every one coming from the north were treated to a wicked lightning show.  It’s funny, but my friends and I often joke about leaving our little bubble in Boulder,  driving into Jefferson County, seeing the factories and sprawl instead of our lovely open space.  Most of the drive is really pretty though. But the city council in Golden hasn’t a clue, they have some of the loveliest geography in America, and instead preserving it, they have turned much of into cookie cutter America.  But I digress…