I’ve had men that weren’t this good,” declares Erica Brown, rubbing her hands together and raising an eyebrow. She’s two forkfuls into a heaping slab of cherry cheesecake. Adorned in reading glasses and a simple T-shirt and jeans, the singer, who is so elegant on stage, looks more like a…
Amid the nourishing chaos of city life, we urban dwellers find ourselves brain-deep in startling juxtapositions. Mid-morning one Tuesday, a formation of squawking geese sweeps its shadow across a used-bookstore window, dimming the dog-eared covers of The Corrections, by Jonathan Franzen, and Dead Souls, by Nikolai Gogol. An instant later,…
It takes but a single spark to burn down an entire forest — just ask Terry Barton. Here we are, barely two weeks into the new year, and I’ll be damned if a few Cowtown musicians haven’t tossed some Queen City-sized Molotov cocktails onto the drought-stricken tinder sticks that make…
SAT, 1/10 Get ready for big-time excitement at tonight’s monster truck obstacle-course race at the Monster Jam, sponsored by the United States Hot Rod Association. “It’s really great, because it can be both entertaining and competitive,” says Monster Jam spokeswoman Kenna Conway. “These machines are huge, but they’re operating at…
The dream-rock maestros in The Very Hush Hush (due at the Hi-Dive on Saturday, January 10, with Navy Girls and O’er the Ramparts, and at the Gothic Theatre on Thursday, January 15) have an unmistakable sonic kinship to bands like Mogwai and Sigur Ros. Fortunately, though, the members of the…
Scott Campbell has booked over 2,000 dates in the past eight years at the 15th Street Tavern and his own Larimer Lounge. The guy knows what works and what doesn’t in the concert biz. So a few months ago, when friends in Slim Cessna’s Auto Club asked him to help…
TUES, 1/6 Theater-goers, rejoice! The Producers, one of the country’s hottest musicals, will finally take the stage in Denver, beginning with an 8 p.m. preview performance tonight at the Buell Theatre. “I think that because the show has generated such a buzz and has garnered such great reviews, people here…
Right turn, Clyde. This is the year of the monkey, and I can’t think of a better way to kick off 2004 than by flingin’ poo at my fellow simians. Since most of us are still basking in the afterglow of the holidays, however, I thought I’d focus on an…
Go home and hump, already. It’s become painfully obvious that many of you have never been given a primer on the rules of rock. That’s the only way I can explain the moronic shit that I’ve witnessed these past six months. And now, as we approach the biggest alcoholiday of…
There’s nothing like being neutered. Last week, en route to my bi-weekly estrogen injection, I stumbled on a flier exposing my recent emasculation. Talk about a manic Monday! Thanks to some expert sleuthing by the crack investigators in the Blister 66 organization, I’ve now been outed. And as if that…
It’s an unseasonably warm Sunday, and the Denver Broncos and the Kansas City Chiefs are embroiled in a bare-knuckle, winner-take-all slugfest. Clinton Portis has just scored his fifth touchdown of the day. Earlier, ex-Bronco-turned-Chief Eddie Kennison had accused his former team of being scared and promised to “put something on…
Gas, grass or ass — nobody rides for free. Ever wake up one morning to find your vehicle gone? Straight-up jacked while you weren’t looking? Last week, thousands upon thousands of struggling minstrels around the world did. On Tuesday, December 2, the hospitality shuttle they’d been cruising in — otherwise…
When the Sad Star Cafe closed up shop late last year, Mark Sundermier and company thought the band would fade into oblivion, allowing its members to embark on the next phase of their lives. Longtime fans, however, wouldn’t let the act go quietly and have been clamoring ever since for…
Nina Storey doesn’t give a rat’s ass what I think. If you’ve lived in Denver for any length of time and follow local music, you’ve heard of Nina Storey. How could you not? The hype machine went into overdrive minutes after she dropped her debut album, Guilt and Honey, in…
Despite what VH1 would have you believe, there’s not much to love about the ’80s. Take the clothes, for example: leg warmers, parachute pants, Members Only jackets, bolo ties, jazz boots and stretch pants — talk about a fashion disaster. And the music, well, it was just as ill-conceived. The…
Note to all would-be entrepreneurs with more dollars than sense: Cowtown needs another nightclub like East Colfax needs another hooker. Since this past summer, a half-dozen dance clubs — Rise, Beyond, Garibaldi, Roxx, Avalon and Club Ra — have debuted in the metro area. Soon they’ll be joined by Serengeti…
Click, click, click…boom. While you were sleeping last week, a big part of the local music scene morphed into a face on a milk carton — digitally speaking, at least. Just like that. No Amber Alert. No forwarding address. No explanation. Nothing. Those who clicked on to www.DenverLocalMusicScene.com — as…
Motor City has a new madman. Move over, Nuge: Make room for Obie Trice. A product of his environment — the same battlefield that produced Eminem — Trice is as real as the name his mama gave him. Known as Obie-Wan until Proof from D-12 convinced him to use his…
You have the right to remain silent, and for chrissakes, Tammy Alverson should have taken advantage of that. The Rock In’ Freak Fest at Fat City officially ended at 5:30 a.m. November 1 — but the riffs keep coming. When I rolled into the office last Monday morning, I was…
Music city got a fat lip early last Saturday, when Riff magazine’s Rock In’ Freak Fest at Fat City ended with emcee Greg Stone (aka Uncle Nasty of KBPI) being charged with third-degree assault and Riff’s marketing manager, Darrell Hughes, leaving with a splitting headache. According to the summons filed…
Welcome to my nightmare. I’ll admit it: I’m a buzz-kill of Ebenezer proportions. I’ve never been a huge fan of Halloween, not as a kid and especially not as an adult. It’s just another stupid, man-made, commercialized celebration of nothing. Really, what good is a holiday if you don’t get…
It’s a hazy Saturday afternoon at the end of August. A white Ford F-350 Powerstroke with Colorado plates whizzes down Interstate 15, en route from one legendary strip to another. The vehicle’s occupants are high as hell, almost as if they’ve buried their faces in mountains of coke, Tony Montana-style…
