It's not quite time to hibernate, people. These are still dancin' days.
People, we have very good news to report. Important new research reveals there are residual health benefits to having your mind blown, which, for live music junkies like us is both unsurprising yet incredibly validating.
If you’re like me, you need something to make you forget about Sunday night’s Breaking Bad episode*. Like… live music! (*This week’s column is sponsored by the Coalition for a Walter White-Free Society)
I don’t know about you guys, but Noise Pop week has me in a state of blissful exhaustion. Personal highlights: STRFKR's wondrous dance pop spectacle (and furried friends) at the Regency on Friday, and Saturday night's celebration of all things chill at the Independent, via adopted hometown hero Toro y Moi. By all accounts, it was another banner year for Noise Pop.
No rest for S.F. music junkies — wicked or wholesome — this week. Treasure Island Music Fest has done little to slow the wave of excellent live music coming our way here in the second half of October.
Hair of the dog, people. Hair of this dog, to be precise.
What better way to celebrate our nation’s independence than with a litany of independent music? Get patriotic and get thee to a local music hall!
Married in both song and life, Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel make power punk rock that warms up a room and a blood-pumping organ. They’ve matured steadily over the years, since they first started making sweet but assertive sounds in 1997. Their most recent album, Mountaintops, finds them at their most confident state yet, making accessible hooks with subtle complexity.
Here come more people tickling our eardrums:
I dedicate this week to all the ladies. Yes, all of them, your wife included. We dudes are quite fond of you mysterious creatures and your pleasant voices — please keep up the good work. In honor of all that is lovely about the better half, I present five acts coming through town that owe much, if not all of their appeal to brave, talented women. Behold: