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
Teeny-boppers made a comeback on Tuesday night at the Fox Theatre in Boulder for Rooney's 2008 tour, Calling the World. Rooney's all ages show brought in an eclectic mix of concert-goers: teenagers, college students, parents, and those oh so young pre-teens. Alabama band The Bridges, consisting of four girls and one guy, kicked off the night with a short set of folk, Dixie rock.
Boulder loves the jazzy funk, no doubt about it, and at the top of the fan club is Boulder's college student population. So what better place for a jamfest featuring Medeski, Martin & Wood and the Wood Brothers than in the heart of young hipsterville, right?
Thursday night was an exhibition of local talent at the Boulder Theater, and Yours Truly does what he can to get the word out about local talent. Four Denver area bands heated up the stage, each bringing a unique and innovative flavor that I find to be too often lacking in the Big Name touring company bands. True to the Indie Rock tradition, you'll probably never hear any of these guys or girls on mainstream radio, but their ever-growing fanbases reminds us that media att
Hometown heroes Great American Taxi played to an exuberant crowd of pre-weekend revelers last Friday night at Colorado's historic Boulder Theater. The band, which is the brainchild of Vince Herman of Leftover Salmon fame, cranked out their fusion of country, rock, folk and electric bluegrass until the wee hours of Saturday morning, much to the disappointment of th
There is one thing you cannot say about Phish and that would be they never evolved. From their quirky and overly energetic days in the early 90s to the deep-rhythm grooves and improvisational mastery of the late 90s, the band was always exploring new avenues to show off their craft. Those differences are apparent in the two new releases from the Live Phish series, which showcase two amazing concerts in their entirety and reflect two important time capsules from their history.
Not every rock star could get away with showing a movie about themselves and calling it the opening act, but then again, not every rock star is Mark Oliver Everett, songwriter and front man for the Eels. Everett, or E as he is affectionately known, is the son of the world-renowned quantum physicist Hugh Everett III, who, since his death, has been raised to a sort of cult status among physicists and lay people alike for his t
"It doesn't get any easier than this" gushed Paul Murin on stage at Phix's 500th show at the Boulder Theatre. The cosmic forces bringing this band together for yet another evening of capturing the magic and thrills of Phish's music were evident throughout the jams. Keyboardist Derek Berg has relocated back to Chicago, started his own side project, a