Still reeling from that mainline hot dose I got from The Foo Fighters last week, I decided to do a 180 and check out DJ group the Bachelors Of Science at Tilt Friday night. There's a beat, it's loud, there'll be chicks there, what the hell? What struck me right off was the dancing. Yes, there was a dance floor, but people there seemed more prone to brief bursts - episodes, if you will - of dancing mid-stroll, mid-conversation, mid-sip on a cocktail. With its hunch, arm swing, and foot work, the typical move had the

You ever get the feeling that your musical kicks have peaked? That that's all there is, and there ain't no more? That all the great shows in your life already happened, and going to a show today is like visiting the land of diminishing returns? My rock 'n' roll life has been pretty full-on, and I could die a happy man tomorrow. I mean, I don't want to just yet -- mainly because I'm figuring out a way to take some of you with me when I go -- but I've seen a lot.James Brown almost brained me with his

With a pompadour'd, trap-set luchadore, a long, tall, cool drink of thunder on the bass, and a pumpin' piano cat who practically 86'd the 88s, Steve Grills frosted The Dinosaur BBQ blue last Thursday night. Grills is perfection on the guitar, and he plays with equal parts reverence, accuracy, and guts. He's been a constant on this scene since the Dead Sea was just sick, and I've written about him here and there. But I gotta say, I took him for granted until Thursday night. It was a late, loose evening with a modest

I've always said it's not the musicians that make a good music town. It ain't the fans, either. And what I mean is, every town has its share of talent and those who lap it up, but without the media to bring the two together it's like ships passing in the night. The label "local" continues to be a back-handed compliment, as if acceptance from anywhere but where you're from is the only measure of success.I don't just root for the home team out of pride. There are actually a lot of bands in Rochester that stink. I

Frank's off on a cabin getaway, so I get to fill his shoes (it's hard; I'm used to heels) and tell you about some music I caught this past week. Juanita and the Rabbit's "punky love rock" was sandwiched between sets by Buffalo DJs and Rochester's DJ A-KO last Tuesday night at the Bug Jar. The San Francisco husband-and-wife duo (married for eight years, but a band for just eight months) played a set of standout songs, including terrific covers of Barrett Strong's "Money (That's What I Want)," Bill Wither's "Ain't No Sunshine," and the