Randy Ship’s opponents have had enough. Ship, the Paramount Theatre’s leaseholder, launched a campaign earlier this year to torpedo CityLights Pavilion, the Kroenke Sports/Clear Channel Entertainment-operated venue that’s slated to open in the Pepsi Center parking lot in June. Along with signatures on petitions — which Ship hopes will land…
For many people, Sasha and John Digweed, who appear Friday, May 17, at the Fillmore Auditorium, define the clubbing experience. As evidenced by their live performances, both are masters of taking classic house records and weaving them into a nearly perfect web of more progressive grooves. Newly free from a…
Wendy Woo wants to connect with you. She’s also feeling a little bit saucy these days, judging by the title of her new CD, Gonna Wear Red. The bold, Boulder-based chanteuse and guitarist (who is nominated in this year’s Westword Music Showcase) unveils material from the release in a series…
Have a predilection for things that go bump in the night? The Denver Dark Arts Festival will gather them for you on Saturday, May 18, in a daylong celebration that begins at noon and continues until well past the witching hour. The goth-centric entertainment, which will spread from Cafe Netherworld…
If the radio charts were the only indication, black music would be all about the booty, not the brain. It’s about shakin’ it, not about delirium tremens; it’s about rollin’ in the Benz, not about rolling in the gutter. Contemporary black music, at least as the industry conceives it, traffics…
Making babies and playing rock-and-roll music don’t really seem like compatible endeavors, even though the process of making babies is one of the genre’s most well-celebrated themes. Raising a child requires a certain settling of one’s more raucous instincts: How can you party till dawn in a nihilistic, depraved fever…
Roz Brown is the ultimate oldies act. “Let’s go back to 1905 for this one,” says Brown, his blue eyes gleaming from beneath a dusky hat. Sitting on a bar stool in an assisted-living center in south Denver, he gently strums an autoharp, filling the room with the sonic sweetness…
The difficulty with keeping it real in punk lies in the danger of repetitiveness. That’s where bands like Sweden’s Hives come in. Singer Howlin’ Pelle Alqvist has got the squealing, hell-bound, late-adolescent shriek of Johnny Rotten before he went MTV, and the band grinds out a dozen or so songs…
During a recent segment on Today, host Matt Lauer asked Celine Dion about her claim in a previous interview that she enjoyed changing the diapers of her first child, René-Charles. Dion replied that this was definitely the case, in part because when she opened up the wrapper encasing her tot’s…
Before Sidetracks is half over, Steve Earle’s assertion that its thirteen tunes are not outtakes but underexposed gems is as credible as an Enron annual report. While there’s plenty of good stuff here, the hit-and-miss quality of the collection makes clear that it’s less a creative outpouring than a contractual…
We all know that wine can make even the best music sound that much better. But thanks to some party-pooping liquor-code policies, vino has been vetoed from the list of picnic items that concert fans can pack in for this summer’s outdoor performances at the Denver Botanic Gardens. Those who…
Will Britain’s Ed Harcourt, Saturday, May 11 at Tulagi, make you sell all your Jeff paraphernalia on eBay? Nope. But Here Be Monsters, Harcourt’s much-buzzed-about debut, delivers groovy, gauzy ballads for you lovesick dreamers. The tunes are notable for their piano-driven soft-rock arrangements dressed up with horns, woozy backup vocals…
Vocalist and guitarist Pete Vincelette recorded the bulk of Twilight Motel’s CD, One in the Oven, all by himself in the basement of his home. Only later did he add the work of drummer Rick Arsenault, bassist Eric Taylor, violinist Joel Denman and mandolin/lap-steel player J.T. Saint on four of…
Few DJs have the reputation and name recognition of Doc Martin. From his stint as opening act for Deee-Lite’s world tour in 1994 to his recent studio work remixing A Tribe Called Quest, the dance-club superhero keeps bulldozing his way to the top. Martin’s innate ability to combine a plethora…
Lawrence Golan knows firsthand that classical music can be a tough sell. As a professor of conducting and director of the Orchestral Studies program at the University of Denver’s Lamont School of Music, Golan spends his time teaching the classics to music students and conducting the school’s orchestra. Along the…
As “She Don’t Care,” the first cut on Will Hoge’s debut studio album Carousel, roars to life, it sounds very similar to something by those ’80s rabble-rousers the Georgia Satellites — with a much better singer. Hoge’s sinus-headache-hangover verses give way to a full-throated Van Morrison wail of a chorus,…
The Band’s 1976 farewell concert at San Francisco’s Winterland Arena was an extravagant affair, complete with turkey dinners for the show’s 5,000 audience members, each of whom had paid the then-exorbitant ticket price of $25 to attend. Produced by legendary promoter Bill Graham, the Thanksgiving show, billed as “The Last…
Like Bob Hope or a common housefly, punk music outlived its usefulness in a hurry, subsisting on bland, discarded jokes and stale cheese. By the time the Sex Pistols called it quits in 1978, an isolated American youth was finally coming to grips with the budding romance of not caring…
Randall Shipp is not a newcomer to the entertainment business. He’s owned the Paramount Theatre for ten years, a veritable eon in the concert industry. But the wealth of Shipp’s experience lies in mortgage brokering — he’s the owner of the Denver-based Mayflower Capital Company — which makes his current…
If your cheesy, green-beer-swilling, American version of Saint Paddy’s Day got a mohawk and a few tattoos, then did a fat line of blow along with its usual bucketfuls of Jameson, it would look a lot like Flogging Molly. This band, which appears Sunday, May 5, at the Ogden Theatre,…
Laymen Terms vocalist Andy Tanner puts emphasis on expression over angst, a quality that just might endear this band to listeners wary of punk’s bratty edge. In fact, there’s plenty to set this Colorado Springs four-piece apart from the pop-punk pack. Fond of roving melodies and vocal harmonies, the band…
In “Dolemite,” the raunchy routine that helped define his career, profanity-spewing comedian turned ass-kicking, ass-baring cult-film favorite Rudy Ray Moore describes a character who takes no shit from anyone — even his own father. “Why, the day he was dropped from his mommy’s ass,” Moore brashly announces in his trademark…
