Choosing Words Carefully
While NME and the rest of the British press have been crowing about the second coming taking the form of the Arctic Monkeys, the Monkeys may in fact turn out to be the Anti-Christ (if it hasn't already been revealed…
Put Some Ice Tea in Your Bottle of Jack
David Lee Roth must be on one hell of a bender right now. Roth was hired to replace Howard Stern in 7 markets this past January when Stern signed a contract with Sirius satellite radio... but Diamond Dave was effectively…
High Five!
You may have noticed from our sidebar to the right that today, April 20, 2006, is National High Five Day. Created by Conor Lastowka over at San Diego Serenade with his friends Sam Miotke and Wynn Walent, NH5 Day doesn’t have any subversive meaning other than spreading the joy of the high five. And maybe to recognize the inventor of the high five, former Murray State basketball star, Mont Sleets.
The founders put out a call for high-five-themed original music a few months back and have the tracks posted on their site. There’s also a Rhapsody playlist with some more familiar tunes.
Blackest of Mountains
I have the tendency to find out about awesome albums years after they first come out, which happily isn't always my fault. I wasn't alive when Oar came out, I don't think I had any money when Marquee Moon was…
Mazarin
After reading Seamus’ article on Blood Feathers, I recalled my first encounter with their drummer Feather Q, aka Quentin Stoltzfus, last summer. It was at Club Congress in Tucson, where I was diligently pounding beers awaiting Rogue Wave to take the stage. But before that would occur, I would have to be subjected to an opening band that I had yet to hear. Q’s band, Mazarin, took the stage and promptly proceeded to kick out the jingly jangles, echoey vocals, and dreamy riffs that sparked fire to my ears. I looked around the club in anticipation to see how the brotherly/sisterly collective was receiving the paisley-colored good vibes. Unfortunately there weren’t too many witnesses to relate to at this point in the night. Just as I was being pulled back into their psychedelic trance, the beers came a knockin’ on bladder’s door.