There's no mistaking it when Ku-umba Frank Lacy really gets going. He lifts his trombone to the sky and then plunges it back to the ground in a split second.
Math + pop
You say the words "math rock" and eyes often glaze over. It's as if by definition you have to compute something or contribute to some higher understanding in lieu of simple listening enjoyment.
Believing in magic
It was one of the great moments of the 1960's. While helping out backstage at the Woodstock Festival, John Sebastian was asked to perform a song to stall for time.
Kings of the new frontier
Rochester-based electronic sensation The Manhattan Project is more of an experience than a band, a re-defining of gravity. The duo — Shawn Drogan (drums and electronics) and Charlie Lindner (keyboards and synth) — creates a swirling, pulsating electronic universe without losing sight of the humans that dig it, or the humans behind it.
Cherry bombs and chainsaws
In 1975 an all-teenage-girl band was basically unheard of. Sure, there were female artists kicking around.
Mo' betta pop
The hearts and influences of its members are visible on its collective sleeve. Clearly a pop vehicle, MoChester jams effortlessly outside the safety of pop's sugar walls with apparent, and perhaps some not-so-apparent, roots.
Chasing the perfect tone
Let's clear up a bit of confusion. In the hallowed halls of all things rock 'n' roll, big often gets confused with loud.
Satisfying a need
Carol Rodland's biography as a classical musician is sufficiently impressive to be its own article. She earned bachelor of music and masters of music degrees from The Juilliard School.
John Viviani certainly knows his way around a fingerboard. You'll blow out your eyeballs trying to get a bead on his fleet digits as the music expands your ears and mind.
Right place, right time
Some of us remember the time as if it were yesterday. Sitting in the bedroom of a friend's home in the mid-1960's, taking the brand new record from the album cover with the five hip-looking guys on it, and playing "Projections" by The Blues Project.
From Lower Broadway to Broadway
"We're gonna make sure shit gets broke at Abilene," promises country singer/songwriter/all-around rambunctious hillbilly cat, Chuck Mead. And though he and his band, the Grassy Knoll Boys, will undoubtedly tear up the joint, Mead is a respectful artist who speaks with an excited reserve when talking about his latest platter, "Back at the Quonset Hut."
Keeping it reel to reel
Harmonica Lewinski: you can't wave a name like this under my nose and expect me to pass up the opportunity to be a wiseass. So let's get this out of the way: Harmonica Lewinski doesn't suck.
The beginning of The Beautiful Ending
Lisa Canarvis is a study in passion and intensity. Whether you get caught in her piercing gaze or walloped by the siren call of her lilting voice, Canarvis is riveting.
Country music rules the radio waves. But where are the local country artists?
Country music is huge. Yet the appeal seems to drop off sharply when it comes to country music on a local level. Where are the bands? Where are the country-music fans the other days of the year that megastars like Chesney aren’t here?
As the summer comes to a close, the time for music festivals is winding down as well. On Saturday, radio station The Zone 94.1 squeezed in its annual Scion's Bonzai, a music festival celebrating radio-friendly modern rock.
As punk itself has risen from the underground and righteously staked its claim to part of mainstream culture, so has New Brunswick trio Screaming Females emerged from sweaty, beer-soaked New Jersey basements. In a town where punk bands grow on trees, what is it about Screaming Females that will make you want to sit under its shade?