Damien Jurado is an indie legend because he completely represents the meaning of this “genre”; to figure things out. Indie-pop, indie-rock, and even indie-jazz all…
Elegant and whimsically romantic, The Beast In The Jungle is playing in Vineyard Theatre, and leavening audience members mesmerized. It is a ballet/ waltz-play that…
“You ever heard of Lissie?” asked one woman to another. “Oh, you are in for a treat?” While one friend gave the history of Lissie,…
The Blancos are often presented as a polarizing act; creating art to provoke politicized or emotional responses. Yet, seeing them at Public Arts, I realized…
In politics, there is a thing called “soft power”. It is, basically, an instagram policy for diplomacy, or rather an idealistic idea that benevolent actions…
I remember the first time I saw Bishop Briggs opening up at Irving Plaza. It is obvious that time takes you places, and seeing a…
Hearing a bunch of grown men with beards sing “I don’t want to be your girl anymore” has to be one of the greatest concert…
Walking into Moenia’s Playstation Theater show, it was hard not to feel like you walked into an 80’s dance party in La Ciudad De Mexico.…
Lowly is my new fave band, in part, because they are from my old town of Aarhus, Denmark. Yes, I lived in the picturesque little…
I have had the pleasure of reviewing Vulture Festival for the past three years, and I adore it every-time. Its capacity to change stars transforms…
With music all about growing your identity, Olden Yolk managed to froth the quiet surrealism of the self-identifying process at Mercury Lounge. Treating melodies like…
Playing at The Pit, The Exposed Bone Workshop Collective’s When Pigs Fly is one of the FUNNIEST shows in New York, and it is not…
Watching King Tuff play at Music Hall of Williamsburg was like watching the most extroverted introvert. There is a shyness to him that builds and…
Going to the House of Vans’ Girls Skate Jam, I fully expected to see one fierce kween; Alison Mosshart. The Kills’ front woman is legitimately…
If your read me often then you know I have a mild obsession with the idea of “inner child”, and whether growing up means losing…