Last week I saw Miley Cyrus in concert at the Verizon Center in D.C. and what a crash course in modern culture it was. Let me tell you about my night with the lovely and talented badass, Ms. Destiny Hope Cyrus, aka Miley.
Hot off the heels of their first full length Pulses being released and smack dab in the middle of Bonnie's solo career taking off (last summer's "American Girl" was unstoppable), Karmin and Bonnie McKee are joining forces for what is sure to be the most fun you've had in... well, ever.
It's worth noting that, enthusiastic as the proceedings were, they also carried a peculiar gravity. Perhaps this had to do with nostalgia's more serious side, the wish to honor what's gone before and the realization that all things cannot stay the same forever.
Putting these musicians together with this community results in a truly beautiful phenomenon -- the guys are so relaxed and natural you forget they're celebrities. You forget they're even performing. As Scott likes to say, "It's all spontaneous."
Amid the Dixon Place bar's clinking drinks and humming, intimate assembly, bandleader Leah Wells glows with anticipation. The versatile musician plays guitar, mandolin, banjo, and fiddle in several bands around New York.
The conductor of the L.A. Philharmonic, Gustavo Dudamel, combined our local symphonic group with the Simón Boliver Orchestra of Venezuela in playing Mahler's Eighth Symphony, called 'Symphony of a Thousand."
As a somewhat younger editor who has interviewed a number of EDM artists and found himself at Webster Hall and Pacha a number of times this year as a result, Skrillex's show didn't seem that different to me.