Okkervil River I found myself back at The Wiltern last night to check out yet another of the venue’s repeatedly rocking lineups. On the bill for last night were NewVillager, Titus Andronicus, and Okkervil River. So, I paid too much for parking ($15, seriously?) and headed in amongst hoards of flannelled, plaid-ed boys.
Back in my hometown of Las Vegas, I had the privilege to see The Airborne Toxic Event play Sin City for their first time. So, on this characteristically warm Sunday night I cruised through the refreshingly un-traffic-y streets and down to the bright strip. I lurched into the parking lot of The Mandalay Bay, and
White Denim minus new guitarist Austin Jenkins Excitement abounded for me last night, a perfectly average Wednesday in May, as I headed down to The Echo to see one of my favorite bands, White Denim. As you might’ve heard (read?) me say before, I first witnessed this Austin-based band’s in-your-face talent when they opened for
Last night, I found myself back at Los Angeles’ Troubadour—my seeming home away from home. On this uncharacteristically chilly night, I was there to see Buffalo Tom, an Boston-based band who just released their 10th album, Skins. I had given the album a few good listens, and dug the solid rock feel, so I was
The Black Angels in a haze of awesomeness. On Saturday night, I had the chance to see The Black Angels, Cold Cave, and The Kills at The Fox Theater in Pomona. So I drove east to the city, parked in a somewhat scary parking lot, and headed into the theater which looked a lot like
This past Saturday night, May 7th, I headed down to the House of Blues in Anaheim to check out Portugal. The Man in concert for the second time. The first time I saw this strangely wonderful band play was last October at the El Rey, and I was relatively unfamiliar with their stuff. Now wholly
Another night, another amazing concert. Let me just start by saying, I never cease to be blown away by the amount of talent abounding in the fine city of Los Angeles. That said, I found myself once again at the always cozy Troubadour this past Saturday night to see Voxhaul Broadcast, Family of the Year,
Ah, St. Patrick’s Day. When the beer is green, the tattoo parlors are filled, and the spirit is rowdy. This St. Patty’s Day, I headed down to the Key Club on the Sunset Strip to check out a showcase of some LA bands: Phathom, Culprit, thatwasthen, and Bethpage Black. The crowd was surprisingly small, given
On Friday night, I headed down to the Echoplex in Los Angeles to check out Ólafur Arnalds, an Icelandic musician. I only got lost about 12 times this time and drove in about 15 circles before I found it (an all-time low for me) before I headed into to the darkly lit venue, which reminded me
The Angry Orts are neither angry nor orts. In case you don’t know what orts, are, they are, essentially, table scraps. If The Angry Orts’s show was a buffet, there would be nary a scrap to be found. I caught their show at The Woods last night and found myself drowned in a crowd that