Actors and athletes typically decide that a music career is a good idea because they’re a) wildly popular/filthy rich and looking to capitalize on the branding of their own persona, or b) dangerously close to moving into the Surreal Life house and desperately trying to keep their careers afloat. For…
It’s true what they’re saying about tonight’s Robot Dance Party III at Buntport Theater — a fifteen-foot-tall robot with moving arms and laser-shooting eyes will come to life at midnight, and, yes, the remote-controlled Robosapien will be there to entice party-goers into periodic dance-offs. But it won’t be all glamdroids…
“It’s a little nippy to do our outside fashion show,” the Fabric Lab’s Tran Wills tells me when I ask why tonight’s False Idols Mannequin Art Show is indoors and features inanimate objects instead of breathing models. “Plus, mannequins don’t talk back like models do.” She’s kidding, of course (about…
For the typical nine-to-five work-week slave, Sunday nights are for staying at home and dreading Mondays. And while the adventurous twenty-something will still occasionally pull a bar-closing bender and struggle through day one like the walking dead, most indentured employees send a very clear message by staying on the couch:…
Since forming in 1998, Washington, D.C.’s Dead Meadow has toured the globe relentlessly, doling out doses of dreamy, distortion-heavy psych rock in the key of Black Sabbath spiked with acid-infused Beatles. With sessions for a new album under wraps, drummer Stephen McCarty talked with us about escaping civilization by avoiding…
To hear Nuclia Waste describe her crowd-pleasing performance of “The Twelve Drinks of Christmas” — a spoof on the classic holiday song that finds Denver’s dearest Cycle Slut waxing progressively more wasted as the routine progresses — you’d think the holidays had gone to the heathens. But, no: During Nuclia’s…
Classics, the second proper full-length from Brooklyn’s Ratatat, is a convivial collection of slashing electric guitars, on-point computer backbeats and dance- tastic instrumental fun. Every song sounds like an arena-rock show barebacking a dance party. On the heels of a recent high-profile show at the Guggenheim Museum in New York…
Why, yes, I have been working out. Sweet of you to notice. I’ve gotta say, though, it’s not all glitter and hot pants. Some days I just don’t have the motivation to sweat nicotine residue all over the treadmill, screw with the seat settings on the weight machines and restrain…
On its self-titled debut EP, Lion Sized rips and roars its way through six loud songs of calculated, aggressive, minor-chord post-punk. Recorded live this past summer at Uneven Studios, the disc finds the trio — singer/songwriter Josh Bergstrand, bassist Duncan Barlow and drummer Rob Burleson (aka Number Three) — plowing…
Uncle Sam could really use a facelift. Maybe a hip replacement. A haircut and a new suit wouldn’t hurt, either. Come to think of it, the old boy should probably just hang up his star-spangled hat — he’s more than 150 years old, for chrissakes — and consider getting out…
A short poem inspired by a man and his muse: Matthew Brown has a vision, an idea, a dream/The ambition to form a club based on needles and string/Likeminded men and their passion for handcrafted things/Imagine it now: just man and his (sewing) machine/It won’t be a club filled with…
Everyone responds to war differently. Some show support by plastering ribbon magnets on their SUVs or publicly praying around flagpoles. Others protest with picket signs and pamphlets or by composing scathing diatribes on their blogs. But with All That I Have Lost: War in Poetry, Prose and Theatre, Colorado Shakespeare…
By most estimates, nearly 4,000 Cherokee Native Americans died on the infamous Trail of Tears — the paths from Georgia to Oklahoma that some 17,000 Cherokees were forced to traverse in the late 1830s as part of Andrew Jackson’s Indian Removal Act. And while denouncing and abhorring this regrettable historical…
When cops from the Aurora Police Department and officers from the Colorado Department of Corrections converge tonight at the DIA Holiday Inn, 15500 East 40th Avenue, it won’t be to transfer a high-risk inmate or make a huge arrest. They’re getting together for the first Let the Jailhouse Rock boxing…
Federal Boulevard stretches almost thirty miles down the spine of the metro area, from Bowles Boulevard in Littleton, where the Southglenn Luncheon Optimist Club keeps the last mile litter-free, to north of 120th in Westminster, where the Belger family handles clean-up duties as the road loses its U.S. Highway 287…
Remember how the indie-rock masses wept with joy when the Postal Service’s Give Up spontaneously combusted onto their iPods? Classics, the second album by Brooklyn duo Ratatat, should have a similar effect, only ditch Ben Gibbard’s completely un-ironic cheeseball vocals and insert spacious arena-rock guitars spread over angular beats and…
When the fourteenth annual AmeriVespa National Scooter Rally rides into town tonight for a weekend of parties, rides, competitions and clinics, don’t expect raucous, all-night bonfire melees or drunken, topless Harley chicks. Scooterists are a far cry from motorcyclists, after all, and AmeriVespa ain’t no Sturgis. “We typically don’t wear…
At today’s Colorado UFO Briefing in Civic Center Park, attendees won’t find any alien stickers or anal-probe T-shirts for sale. There will be no UFO balloons or Martian characters. And costumed space explorers won’t be speaking Klingon or showing off their Vulcan hand signals. If you’re looking for a circus,…
Neely Jenkins is crying on the other end of the phone. “I’m having a really hard time with leaving,” Jenkins confesses. “It’s so hard. I’ve been thinking about it so much. We’ve been gone a long time, and it’s just really hard, because we’re all very, very close to our…
Today at 11 a.m., anywhere from fifty to a hundred local toddlers, tweens and teens will gather at Aurora’s Fletcher Plaza, 9898 East Colfax Avenue, to compete in Colorado’s cutest sober-karaoke contest. They will wear special costumes and Sunday dresses, sunglasses and colored hats, spit-shined sneakers and brand-new shirts, and…
As recently as two or three years ago, when myspace.com couldn’t get a prom date and music blogs were still breastfeeding, if independent rock bands ever hoped to reach a national (or even regional) audience, they had to do it the old-fashioned way — by touring their asses off, earning…
It’s not even 2 p.m., and the police are already after DeVante and Damani. The two have been split up for what seems like hours, and now they’ve met back up under a basketball hoop at 37th Avenue and Franklin Street in the hopes that De’Aries and Santiago will show…
