Bay area artist Glasser put on a visually stimulating performance at The Chapel in San Francisco Monday night. Dressed in classic '50s style, she bounced around on stage for a quick 60-minute performance.
Happily, L.A.'s locally grown music scene is as vibrant and diverse as ever with a slew of recent independent E.P.s and L.P.s so fresh and creative, they deserve your love and attention -- and airplay (KCRW and KCSN are you listening?).
This week I caught up with Seattle's Night Cadet, a brash, bratty foursome whose music is neither brash nor bratty but is probably best described as the band puts it themselves: "queer orchestral dream pop."
The Features are easily comparable to well-known Akron rockers The Black Keys, not only in their sound but also due to the fact that Pelham's resemblance to Dan Auerbach in both looks and stage presence cannot go unnoticed.
Nothing is quite like seeing a great gig. Something happens; a collective tingling of "Spidey-Senses" towards a moment in time that we, the select group of fans, experience together through live music that will never happen again (at least not in that exact form).
I'm 29. No, seriously. And in September I'll be 30. This is supposed to be a "double death" for me as both a musician and a gay man, but unlike so many who turn 29 over and over again (or worse, 18), I plan to lean into this.
Hello. I am writing to you live from my songwriting cave where I have made myself a hermit. Garageband, notepads and instruments -- this is how I write songs. I lock myself away and spew out everything in my brain and just try to make it sound nice/make some sense.
If a male artist goes from YouTube sensation to being courted by every major label, he is in charge. But if an emerging female artist gets asked to contribute to the Girls soundtrack, she must be a sell-out, a puppet, mangled to sell something the corporations already own.