Culture, like nature, evolves. Old ideas are made better, and become new ideas. Splits are made between schools of thought, and each side develops into something distinct from the other, even though both are the recognizable progeny of the previous generations. The growth of music over the last hundred years is perhaps one of the most notable examples of cultural evolution in action, and all the more remarkable since the existence of music is, arguably, unnecessary for the continuance of the human species.
True to the classic spirit of Rock and Roll, and a hard hitting member of the so-called rock revival movement, Super 400 have rediscovered the beauty and simplicity of the power trio. Kenny Hohman's guitar work is at times deliciously thick and crunchy, and at others soaring and smooth, kind of like his voice. And he's got a killer rhythm section, with Joe Daley pounding out the heavy notes on the drums while the perpetually sexy Lori Friday pounds 'em out on the bass
We young people tend, for whatever reason, to badmouth those who are significantly older than us. Maybe it's a fear of getting old ourselves that elicits this response, maybe it's a feeling of self-righteous know-it-all-ism, but what we tend to forget is that a great many things in this life get better with age. Wine does, some cheese does, canned tuna does not, but Hot Tuna certainly does.
DJ-inspired raves were all the rage in the mid-90s, and continue to be a popular mix of incredible electronic music and serious dance grooves. The emerging popularity of jambands during that time has led to the inevtible crossover of the two genres, beginning with such pioneers as the Disco Biscuits.
It's tragically easy to grow tired of modern pop music. Ever been to a show and wondered why the band stuck so rigidly to the formula already laid out on their studio albums? I have. Ever realized halfway through a performance that sounds you thought the band was making were prerecorded? I have. Ever turned off your radio for two months and felt like you weren't missing anything new? I have.
On day 2 of my Magical Mystery Weekend I found myself somewhere I'd never been before – the shower. Wait, I mean Owsley's Golden Road in Denver, Colorado. Exactly what a little venue in a big city should be, Owsley's screams character from every angle. From the broke-ass stone edifice and multiple staging areas to the comfortably lit outdoor patio and a laxity towards the rules that the DEA might not entirely approve of, Owsley's is like a little slice of Amsterdam – completely laissez-faire. The biggest appeal to me