by Aliyya Swaby | Jul 15, 2015 8:04 am | Comments (17)
Jazzy saxophone solos and cocktails might be replaced by the beeps and whirs of arcade games along with craft beer in a Ninth Square night spot.
by Paul Bass | Jul 10, 2015 1:41 pm
At one local musical haunt, perfect pitch was reached courtesy of electrified low notes. At another, high notes did the trick.
by Lucy Gellman | Jun 1, 2015 4:56 pm | Comments (1)
“This is for all the lovers in the room,” Orb Mellon said warmly into the microphone, his voice coasting over the hum and buzz of a slowly filling bar. To his left, a half-finished glass of beer had begun to sweat. Pale, quivering droplets collected at its edges as Mellon picked up his guitar, still on his knees, for another number. Completely in his element, he began:
by Adam Matlock | May 21, 2015 2:22 pm
For the leader of a band named Snakeoil, alto saxophonist Tim Berne didn’t give off much of a salesman vibe. His introductions for each composition, over two sets at Firehouse 12 last Friday, were infused with wry humor, and while he did try to pitch T-shirts for his record label to the audience (“the last nine in existence”) you didn’t get the impression he was trying to push something on you. As he and pianist Matt Mitchell, his longtime collaborator, shot ideas back and forth with modifications, feints, and additions, it was obvious that this was a negotiation — and a fascinating one — to watch and to hear.
by Brian Slattery | May 20, 2015 12:57 pm
There was that now-classic sound that Elvis, Scotty Moore, and Bill Black made at Sun Studios in Memphis in 1954 and 1955. But there was also the ranging spirit of that era, in which, for an exhilarating few years, the conventions of rock ‘n’ roll still hadn’t been nailed down and seemingly anything was all right, as long as you could dance to it.
by Lucy Gellman | May 15, 2015 2:24 pm
Sketch Tha Cataclysm didn’t have no time for a sad song. Ibn Orator wanted the audience to imagine a world, half comic book and half earth-bound, where death had a voice and they could hear it coming. An Historic was seeing the fire in her eyes. And if The Forest Room could introduce echo terror to the Elm City, Ben Erickson could just as easily rage against it, his tattooed arms vibrating with a suite of lyrics and the flow of guitar and drums.
by Lucy Gellman | May 14, 2015 11:50 am
“For me, the concert does have this feel of culminating,” said clarinetist David Perry of the Second Movement Series. “I’ve had this experience with a number of different pieces, of ‘how on earth did this person know that everybody was going to connect to that moment in this piece of music?’ and I think that’s what we’re going for on this one. Having had that experience of seeing the things that you can’t see, and also the things that you know exist that you can’t see. It’s like a pain up close ... but you pull back and see all this beauty. It sounds cheesy, but I think music has this amazing potential to bring people together, and that’s what we were aiming for with this series.”
by Brian Slattery | May 11, 2015 2:23 pm
“The George Baker band has arrived!” DJ Dooley-O said from the front of the room. The packed house at Cafe Nine cheered as Baker walked in, cane in hand, flanked by his band. Their instruments were already set up.
Baker took the stage slowly and a little stiffly, and settled into his chair. As soon as his guitar was in his hands, though, he flew.
With his backup band, the George Baker Experience — Willie Moore on bass, Derrick Tappan on drums, Tony Dioguardi on guitar, Lou Ianello on saxophone, and Nick Lloyd on keyboards — Baker was there to lay down the tracks for a live album, titled “A Night To Remember.” If the sound in the room on Saturday night was any indication, Baker has a hit on his hands.
by Lucy Gellman | May 7, 2015 12:17 pm
At Skappo restaurant on Crown Street, Jack Hitt was midway through an unexpected story of culinary carnage: a venison chili gone awry just in time to impress an it’s-still-early-in-our-relationship kind of date. He laughed as he raised his glass of red wine and drank to a future of success in the kitchen.
by Paul Bass | May 4, 2015 8:19 am | Comments (4)
A $400-plus-million plan to transform downtown’s southeastern edge could have been signed and on its way by now — if not for a trench.