Born in Dundas, Ontario, Canada, but now triumphantly living and rocking it in LA, Maggie Szabo brings powerful, textured, vocals to her soulful country tunes. “Tidal Waves and Hurricanes” is her latest and “Lovesick” is from a few years back, in case you need to catch up.
It’s a Thursday night and Seattle’s Studio Seven is sparsely populated for the Chop Tops show. Those who didn’t come missed some great bands. The Chop Tops, hailing from Santa Cruz, are a psycho/rockabilly trio who pack a powerful punch stronger than bands twice as big.
Led by stand up drummer, Sinner, and . . . → Read More: Chop Tops and Guests Tear Apart the Night At Studio Seven, by Holly Homan
On Wednesday October 15 I made the one-hour trek down to Tacoma’s Jazzbones to see The Mad Caddies. After not playing here for nearly eight years, they played here twice this year. Tres bliss!
The Caddies were in top form, this time sporting a new trumpet player (Bobby Vesnave). No word on what . . . → Read More: Mad Caddies Return To the Northwest With a Night of Fine Ska, by Holly Homan
Considered so ‘uncool’ – he’s totally cool, during this 1968 to 1972 period when he recorded for Uni Records. Besides the highly-crafted hits, there’s the occasional Fred Neil or Joni Mitchell cover, but the highlight is always his own tunes, wacky sh*t like “The Pot Smokers Song” – every one of them perfectly played . . . → Read More: Neil Diamond – The Pot Smoker’s Song, by Pat Thomas
This is not a Christian song, certainly, but the vibe is occasionally transcendant. It was released as a single in Ireland in 2013 and went to No. 2 on what is left of the pop charts in that country. The tune was not released until this past summer (2014) in the US. I happened . . . → Read More: Hozier – Take Me to Church
It has been fashionable among San Francisco Giants fans, myself included, to talk about the magic of even-numbered years, as if deep playoff runs were somehow ordained by the ones digit of the annual Christian calendar. Up to now, I had not taken the idea seriously even while repeating it, but with . . . → Read More: The Even-Numbered Magic Continues: Notes on the 2014 World Series, by Chuck Strom
On the stormy Saturday night of October 11, Tacoma’s Jazzbones was hosting yet another stellar lineup. This time it was a double bill of Voodoo Glow Skulls and Guttermouth. As if the lightning flashes and witnessed water spouts weren’t wild enough, inside Jazzbones was even more wild. I’ve been hanging out in mosh . . . → Read More: Stormy Weather Pales in Comparison to Indoor Punknado of Voodoo Glow Skulls & Guttermouth in Concert, by Holly Homan
Interesting to note that during the week of the protests at the Chicago Democratic Convention in ’68, the Beatles released “Revolution” and the Stones “Street Fighting Man” as singles.
– Pat Thomas is the author of Listen, Whitey! The Sights and Sounds of Black Power 1965-1975.
When I grew up, the prospect of seeing the San Francisco Giants play in October seemed outside the scope of reality. In 1971, at the tail end of the Mays-McCovey era, they lost the National League Championship Series to the Pittsburgh Pirates in four games. I was eight years old at the . . . → Read More: Time Again For October Baseball, by Chuck Strom
It’s Wednesday night on a warm October evening and I drove 40 plus miles traffic was a bitch too) to Tacoma, WA. There’s a brand new club there called Jazzbones and they’re hosting some pretty incredible punk/ska bands this month. This tiny club is intimate but with very friendly staff. But what the . . . → Read More: Less Than Jake, Big D and the Kids Table & the Interrupters Crash Land In Tacoma, by Holly Homan
Is it just me or does this new tune from Ella Eyre sound James Bond-ready? With her luscious piles of postmodern hair intact, Ella has Comeback (the title of her latest EP) with a projectiles-flying tune which combines artistic intelligence gathered from spy-high favorites as diverse as Shirley Bassey and Shirley Manson. Look for . . . → Read More: Ella Eyre – Bullet For You
The Rebel Light is a friendly LA band with some catchy tunes. Below is “Strangers,” their latest hit in the making, and I like it. The expansive drums at the start of “Strangers” reminds me of Edwyn Collins’ “I Never Met a Girl Like You Before” and that’s a very good thing.
The . . . → Read More: The Rebel Light – Strangers
40 years ago today, Van Morrison released the Veedon Fleece album – for every person who moans that Van never recorded another Astral Weeks – this album is for you. For everyone who claims Van is an “old git” – but thinks that someone like Robyn Hitchcock is still relevant, then keep in mind . . . → Read More: Van Morrison – Linden Arden Stole the Highlights, by Pat Thomas
David Gilmour’s guitar playing is so recognizable, even after all these years, that it goes beyond a signature style and approaches its own musical language. Perhaps the right word is “voice.” When I hear Gilmour’s guitar, I always know that it is Gilmour who is speaking to me even when I don’t understand his . . . → Read More: New Tune From Pink Floyd – Louder than Words
Monday night the Showbox Sodo was where the hip people were hanging out. After three plus years Boston’s legendary Celtic punks The Dropkick Murphys finally returned to Seattle. This crowd was ready for them and proved that the Murphys were not forgotten. After two decent openers, the crowd grew restless and started singing, “Hey . . . → Read More: A Rabid Crowd Welcomes the Dropkick Murphys Back To Seattle, by Holly Homan
Random thoughts at the beginning of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, from a husband of someone with Stage IV breast cancer: 1. There are no losers in the “battle;” some just run out of time. 2. There are an awful lot of people with breast cancer out there, women (and men), who have go through . . . → Read More: Random thoughts at the beginning of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, from a husband of someone with Stage IV breast cancer, by Steve Stav
Charles Pierce is one of the best sportswriters in the business today. He was at PNC Park last night, and he is also right on the money on the NFL.
– Chuck Strom
I was recently talking to a friend about our mutual love of Pez… I’ve got a drawer full of Pez, mostly unopened with the two packs of little sugar tablets that will never expire… I loved Pez as a kid, and my mom would often bring home one that she thought I’d like. I . . . → Read More: Pez, The Poor Man’s Rose, by Steve Stav
From the Desk of: Knute Rimkus