A few years ago, Rolling Stone did a feature on fathers and sons in music. The two-page spread featuring Loudon Wainwright III and his son, Rufus, portrayed the two men in a back-yard landscape, Loudon sitting in a lawn chair, wearing old-guy shorts, a fishing hat and a crotchety puss…

Soulhat, which performs Thursday, October 11, at the Fox Theater in Boulder and Friday, October 12, at the Soiled Dove, is the type of band that requires listeners to have their neck-bobbing muscles in good shape. Having dance-floor stamina is a plus, too, as Johnny Volgelsang’s low-down, funky Texas bass…

You think you’re hot snot because you’ve been listening to the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack, right? You figure you can boast your infinite knowledge of authentic vintage music now, huh? Well, brother, you ain’t heard ol’-timey music until you’ve heard the Asylum Street Spankers, who perform Friday, September…

Jacques Cousteau, master of the deep, was intimately acquainted with the oceans that make our planet such a lush home. His realm was the sea and all its complexities; through his photographic expeditions, he handed us sixty years’ worth of mystery and beauty. For him, water was the ultimate symbol…

Most people would agree with the assertion that life is pretty mundane. Lord Byron summed it up perfectly when he wrote, “When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning — how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.” We…