The Real McKenzies, from Vancouver, BC, ventured into Seattle for a hell raising show at El Corazon. After some rebel rousing from four opening acts, the Real McKenzies, all wearing green plaid kilts, hit the stage sans their lead singer, Paul McKenzie. They led the audience in several chants for, “Paul! Paul! Paul!” to . . . → Read More: Real McKenzies Rile A Small But Zealous Crowd At El Corazon, by Holly Homan
Cover design by Gustavius Payne
By Peter Dysart
It’s been a blustery overcast morning. The steady rain has formed rivulets and puddles all over the lawn. Hot cup in hand, I’ve opened the email and click on a link to a new song. Within seconds of sound waves pushing a few bars of The . . . → Read More: Tynnu Sylw and the quick trip through the Aruthrol transporter
This is trending today, a minimalist music video in the Georgian language which is absolutely lovely.
First published Sept. 8, 2014, on Spann of Time http://www.susanspann.com
To prove her innocence of adultery, Kunigunde, wife of Holy Roman Emperor Heinrich II, walked over red-hot ploughshares (circa 1010, bas-relief from Bamberg Cathedral).
Who’s Guilty? God Knows. By Kim Rendfeld
Delve into the justice system of early medieval Francia and . . . → Read More: Who’s Guilty? God Knows. By Kim Rendfeld
Playing at Seattle’s Bumbershoot as part of their short reunion tour, the Replacements kick, kick, kicked our doors down. We didn’t realize what great anthems those songs were when only 200 people were in the audience.
Somewhere between 5,000 to 10,000 were in attendance Sunday at the main stage at Memorial Stadium, singing along . . . → Read More: Bastards of old bring it in reunion, by Claude Iosso
Aren’t pugs wonderful? There is nothing they can’t do. Thanks to boingboing.net:
Linda Ronstadt, one the great folk chanteuses, has been in the news lately, receiving a National Medal of the Arts in July for all of her work. She released a collection of duets with various artists in April, and her memoir, Simple Dreams, was published in September 2013.
Ronstadt was a leading member of . . . → Read More: SHE SANG TO THE BEAT OF A DIFFERENT DRUM, by Knute Rimkus
How can you not feel optimistic? In a world where unicycle-riding kilt-wearing Darth Vaders can belch flames from their bagpipes, there’s just no room for cynicism.
– Randy Rendfeld
Saturday night, August 23, was a date I looked forward to for some time, for this night a rare reunion concert of the Posies was to occur at Seattle’s Triple Door. The lineup consisted of what was the original Posies, that is Jon Auer and Ken Stringfellow. The two formed The Posies while still . . . → Read More: Seattle’s Legendary Posies Play A Reunion Show at The Triple Door, by Holly Homan
Meet your new favorite reggae artist. Singer-songwriter Leilani Wolfgramm has the greatest name in show business. Any name with “wolf” in it is wicked awesome.
The Orlando, Florida native with Tongan roots has been busy releasing four singles this summer from her recent album, Rebel. And here they are.
East Portland Blog has only . . . → Read More: Leilani Wolfgramm – Four Summer Singles
A gift, if not “The Gift”—
At or very near THE PEAK! (of Postpunk, of Rock Music in General, and of Live Musical Performance….)
London soul songstress Ella Eyre’s rapid rise continues with ‘Comeback’, a thrilling, horn-led smash new tune with a whole heap of attitude. The song is based on a break-up Ella experienced at 17, but is written from the point of view of speaking to a troubled best friend. ‘We’ve all been played, we’ve . . . → Read More: Ella Eyre – Comeback
“Let’s Hate LA Together” makes fun of the quirks of Los Angeles living — red carpets, selfies, and self-involvement — and tells the story of Sonia Rao moving to LA and navigating this world. The message in the end is that most of us find these things strange, so let’s hate it together . . . → Read More: Sonia Rao – Let’s Hate LA Together
“As a novelist, I don’t judge the marriage traditions of another society. My responsibility is to accurately depict my characters’ reality and their reactions to it. But examining customs in another time teaches us that the definition of marriage–who is eligible, who gets to decide, why one gets married–has indeed changed.”
EDITOR’S NOTE: Kim . . . → Read More: Traditional Marriage: Eighth Century Frankish Style
On a hot steamy Tuesday night, Seattle’s Neptune hosted the legendary Mighty Mighty Bosstones. It’s been more than a decade since the Bosstones played this area, but like a good wine, they’ve aged well and this eight-piece from Boston was in top form. They came on stage all wearing matching read coats and black . . . → Read More: The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Make A Long Awaited Return to Seattle, by Holly Homan
When I tell people that I visited the NASCAR Hall of Fame in Charlotte, NC, they often say, “I didn’t know you were a fan.” Sometimes, they ask why I went there at all. Part of their skepticism, perhaps, comes from knowing that I don’t follow NASCAR, and I usually care little . . . → Read More: The Temple of NASCAR, by Chuck Strom
By RANDY RENDFELD
I love spicy hot food, but I’m not a masochist. Peppers should add flavor and not just heat. But that’s apparently not the culinary criteria for 510 reviewers of Dave’s Ghost Pepper Naga Jolokia Hot Sauce on Amazon.com. These reviewers like the near-death experiences this nuclear hell sauce delivers. As I . . . → Read More: Dave’s hell sauce delivers psychedelic trips, gastric turbulence
Used to be that I’d find my summer songs on a jukebox (Queen, “Killer Queen,” 1974; Chicago, “Old Days,” 1975) or AM radio (Andrew Gold, “Lonely Boy,” 1977). But now I find them on whatever media happens to be in the car while I’m on vacation. This year the song that has me hitting . . . → Read More: The Kinks – God’s Children, by Tom Fredrickson
Microfiction by Knute Rimkus
They lived in a white microhouse. It was a shoebox, for baby shoes, in the Varane neighborhood. Their neighbors lived in shoeboxes too. This misery did not love company.
They ate dinner quickly. She thought the steak was too red and only ate half. She drank water. Murdoch drank a . . . → Read More: The Short, Happy Life of Francis McFly
Thursday night in Seattle the Triple Door hosted LA punkers X for an acoustic show. Interestingly, they were playing under the name X and not their acoustic alter egos, The Knitters. Whatever the name, X never disappoint whether they’re acoustic or hard punking.
Exene Cervenka can still do her charming little dances while . . . → Read More: LA Punks X Play An Acoustic Show To A Standing Room Only Crowd, by Holly Homan