by Lucy Gellman | Jul 31, 2015 10:58 am
By all accounts, Stacy Phillips knows how to throw a party. Raising one hand, weathered fingers festooned and shining with pick rings, he summons Bill Monroe & His Blue Grass Boys. His foot begins to tap, and Alison Krauss is knocking on the door with a jug of moonshine in one hand and a fiddle in the other. A quick nod of his head to the left, and Webb Pierce and Cindy Walker have arrived just in time to eat dinner and dance barefoot around the table.
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 30, 2015 2:03 pm
His guitar at his waist, Evan Nork grinned out into the audience, edging towards the microphone in front of him. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” he asked.
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 28, 2015 3:15 pm | Comments (1)
A wet and muggy Monday night, and College Street Music Hall was wide awake. Warmed up by Lady Lamb, members of the audience, packed in shoulder-to-shoulder and bathed in a dusky red light, wiggled and fidgeted, whispering to each other. Would their favorite song make it into the lineup? Was this really everything it was cracked up to be?
by Brian Slattery | Jul 27, 2015 12:00 pm | Comments (4)
“I like space so much that sometimes I get lost,” José Oyola said, “and salsa brings me to the ground.”
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 24, 2015 10:27 am
Bill Gwynn was taking stock of the audience, his eyes narrowing on a crowd of around 25 as he pulled the mic from its stand, stepped forward on the stage and turned his back sharply, rolling his shoulders in a dead-on Honey Boo Boo. Cheers exploded from the crowd. His hips swayed violently, a low-slung belt glinting as he began to fervently rub it against his hindquarters, this punk-rock striptease of a thing. Then he turned again, took a leap off the stage, and kicked off an electrifying set.
by Brian Slattery | Jul 23, 2015 10:55 am | Comments (1)
“When it comes to you, I’m a ticking time bomb,” Natalie Tuttle sings on “Irony,” the third cut on her new EP, Unwind. She’s singing about romance. She might be singing about the start of something big.
by Brian Slattery | Jul 21, 2015 12:21 pm
“Sit back and relax,” said Kenneth Joseph, the musical director of St. Luke’s Steel Band. “Or dance, clap, and sing. Make them smile. They love to smile.”
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 21, 2015 12:10 pm | Comments (12)
Drip coffee. Iced coffee. Small coffee. Tall coffee. Live music?
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 20, 2015 4:22 pm
“It’s full and it’s lively. You can come and sip wine and chat if you want ... it’s really great,” Noah Bloom mused, cracking a smile as he downed his first iced coffee of the day. On his right, Sue Davidson nodded avidly, her fingers flying through the humid air as she added information.
by Alessandro Powell | Jul 16, 2015 11:00 am
Classic vinyl covers lined the dark wood of the dimly lit bar top at Stella Blues on Crown Street. From the front you could glimpse the rain-drenched crowds in the street through the floor-to-ceiling window behind the narrow stage. Somebody broke into a game of pool in the back room as the Brooklyn-based Sibling took the stage. Stella’s felt that night like a nocturnal coffee shop, though one with PBR on tap and a dance floor. Next door, at Pacific Standard Tavern, Naughty Professor, based in New Orleans, was warming things up. It was another round in the friendly competition between the neighboring venues, which together are adding up to a little renaissance on the block.