Photo: Jef OtteSpeakeasy, Tiger and AT05 Saturday, February 14, 20091515Better than: Eating handfuls of sleeping pills and looking through photos of your ex-wife -- after all, it's Valentine's DayGenerally speaking, I avoid clubs like 1515. It's the kind of bar where there's always a herd of broad-shouldered men in lime green shirts with blondes on their arms gathered on the patio, waves of techno and the stench of trying too hard washing over their faded crewcuts and goatees.But for a short ti
It's been said that the mark of a truly great band is the ability to deliver the same caliber performance in front of virtually nobody as you would for a crowd of thousands. Gared O'Donnell from Planes Mistaken for Stars didn't just subscribe to this notion, he lived it. Emily Francis, who managed Planes for years, once told me that even if there was only a handful of kids in the audience, O'Donnell would give it his all regardless to keep from letting those kids down. Last night at the Marquis
SPEAKEASY, TIGERNOMINATED IN POP2:00-2:45 P.M., LA RUMBAPersonnel: Kyle Simmons; Pete Schmidt; Tavis Alley, Lauren Gale; Luke GordonDiscography: forthcoming (2009)Download or stream "Awake" after the jump.
Eric Syl GruniesenThe Epilogues tore up La Rumba.
See more photos from La Rumba at westword.com/slideshow.
Alan Baird Project, 12:00 p.m.
It's never easy being the first band to play at an all-day event. Typically, bands that are booked to perform early in the day have to work a lot harder to get the word out and rally crowds to come see them. Thankfully, the Alan Baird Project was up to the task, and had a surprisingly big crowd (despite the band's under-21 fans being turned away at the door
As those who've spent any amount of time on the road can attest, touring can be either exhilarating or exhausting. Like anything else, there's high points and low points. Most of the time, though, it falls somewhere in the middle. Days are spent in constant motion it seems on long, mundane drives with a lot of staring out the window, trying to make small, confined space and sleeping in intervals whenever you can manage to sneak in some shut-eye. For a band hitting the road for the first time,
Autovaughn, by Aaron Thackeray
Is this thing on?
We're live from Red Rocks for Day One of Year Three of Monolith, the indie-hipster-Urban-Outfitted-neon-fest that marks the end of the Colorado music-festival season. The lovely promotional folks at Madison House have moved the media tent from the bottom of the hill to the top, which means two things are different this year than last year:
1. It doesn't smell like poop
2. The ice cream man isn't here.
You take with the good with the bad
