I’m a sucker for fish, which I like watching (tank), catching (fly) and eating (raw). But I don’t eat what I catch, nor do I enjoy seeing fish that I’ll soon be served being taken out of a tank. As with beef — I don’t adopt the cows I’ll later…
I have a very simple policy about eating meals while drinking: I don’t. Not, at least, when my goals for the night include over-inebriation. Snacks and appetizers? Fine. But big, juicy bacon cheeseburgers with jalapeño cream cheese and a side of fries? Sweet Christ, never while boozing, and never, ever…
Rebecca Weitzman, chef at the fantastic Cafe Star (3201 East Colfax Avenue) and supreme overseer of the fine-dining portion of Colfax’s restaurant revolution, has just announced that she’s quitting our little corner of paradise at the end of the month. She’s heading for New York City — still the hot…
I’ve always had trouble with holidays. I don’t like the pressure, the expectations; I’m just bad at them. One of the many reasons I took such comfort in the restaurant business was because holidays really didn’t exist within its cloisters. Cooks cook while the rest of the world celebrates —…
The highlight of this year’s Skylab party (slated to take place this Saturday, September 15) is Lee Burridge, who’ll be headlining the Beatport stage. Burridge helped create a dance-music scene in Hong Kong during the ’90s before returning to his native U.K. and rising to prominence as part of Tyrant,…
Those old enough to remember Pee-wee’s Big Adventure surely recall being haunted by Danny Elfman’s spooky soundtrack, the demented carnival music heard throughout the movie. A similar eccentric and darkly compelling sensibility informs the moods and sounds of Abracastabya (due at the Black Sheep in Colorado Springs on Friday, September…
So I head over to the Iliff Park Saloon (2300 South Chambers Road, Aurora) with the idea of having a nice, quiet happy-hour beer and maybe getting a tattoo at Ill-Mannered Tattoos, the bar’s ink parlor that opened last month. But the next thing I know, it’s fucking mayhem outside…
Austin-based singer-songwriter Chris Simpson, who was raised in Littleton, first came to the fore as a member of Mineral, a band whose two full-lengths, 1995’s The Power of Falling and 1998’s End Serenading, would undoubtedly hit the sweet spot of many a post-millennial modern rocker. Simpson, though, was too creatively…
Like their contemporaries in U.K. Subs, who lived in the same building, the seasoned pub musicians who formed the Vibrators in 1976 brought a blues tradition to the infantile punk scene. But while the scene was highly politicized and angry, the Vibes got their kicks from sexually charged fun; tunes…
In the video for “Pretty Handsome Awkward,” an entertaining track from Lies for the Liars, the latest CD by the Used, bassist Jeph Howard dons drag — and he believes he pulls off the look pretty well. As he points out, “I think I could fit in on Santa Monica…
The adventurousness of Kate Bush’s quirky and consistently innovative music didn’t just inspire Tori Amos’s intense, introspective songwriting. Clearly, Annie Clark, performing under the name St. Vincent, has learned a thing or two from Bush’s unique and artistically ambitious vision. Clark’s songs have an oddly nostalgic feel to them, as…
Portland troubadour Kelly Joe Phelps began as just another kid locked in his bedroom hacking out Led Zeppelin riffs. He eventually broke free of the confines of hard rock to study classical guitar, delve into the free-jazz movement and discover a passion for blues-centric folk. This stylistic combination and an…
Black Francis, Blue Finger (Cooking Vinyl). What’s in a name? Attitude. Under the Black Francis moniker, Frank Black returns with a gritty performance reminiscent of his earliest Pixies days. Angular guitars thrash against embattled basses, angry drums, spacey harmonies and creepy organ fills, backed by edge-of-scream vocals that cover Black’s…
Their moniker may sound jokey, but the Skivies — who’ll join New Ancient Astronauts and Amphibious Jones on Saturday, September 15, at Cricket on the Hill, for a three-way Denver Art Rock Collective CD-release party — are more than a novelty. The humor on Between Appliance and Apparel has a…
The opening salvo of Astronautilus, New Ancient Astronauts’ second long-player, is the bombastic and campy “Catasteroid.” Who else but maybe Blue Öyster Cult could take the idea of a gigantic asteroid about to hit the earth and end all life on the planet as we know it and not only…
Earlier this year, 50 Cent made millions from an investment in Glaceau Vitamin Water — so much loot, in fact, that he’s bragged about how he “doesn’t even have to rap.” That’s clearly the case on Curtis: 50 is no longer hungry, and it shows. This summer alone, he released…
Kanye is the most exciting man in rap because he puts out quality, popular albums. Forget the artless 50 Cent and Akon — Kanye tries harder, and Graduation, which has thirteen bangers and zero skits, reflects the man’s tireless work ethic. Having united backpackers and clubbers with his first two…
After a summer full of hour-long sets at European festivals, the Arcade Fire’s Richard Reed Parry was tired when he answered the phone. Nonetheless, he offered insight into the band’s performances, which are magical events to be savored like lost teenage summer nights. He also discussed the tone and content…
While guitarist Duke Robillard has been hailed as a world-class blues player, the guy is equally adept in jazz, swing and rockabilly. The Roomful of Blues founder’s diverse playing style has attracted the attention of Tom Waits, who took him on the road for a short tour of the Midwest…
A few years back, Flaming Lips frontman Wayne Coyne asked fans to don animal costumes and cavort on stage, unaware that the invitation would appeal to self-proclaimed furries, many of whom enjoy having sex while clad as cartoonish mascots. “We didn’t know there was a furry subculture until we started…
I never really think of our stuff as that depressing,” says Matt Berninger, “so when I’m asked it over and over again, it makes it obvious to me that our records must sound depressing to so many people, and I’ve never really wanted them to or thought of them that…
I’m a little worried about Amy Winehouse. I mean, have you seen her lately? The girl’s a mess — and I’m not talking about that godawful, steel-wool, Mistress of the Dark beehive of hers or the whoriffic, toddler-set-loose-with-a-Sharpie-smeared eye shadow with which she frames her peepers. I’ve got a sinking…
