Neil Young sings, ‘Taking a trip across the USA, gonna meet a lot of people along the way,’ in ‘When Worlds Collide,’ the first track off of his newest album ‘Fork In The Road.’
While some concert-goers were struggling to find their personal space among the general admission crowd, most were too busy getting their groove on to care.
While trying to squeeze my way closer to the stage at Monday night’s Lady GaGa concert, some drunk biddy with crunchy wet curls in a pair of Mudd jeans proudly displaying her muffin top spun around and yelled at me to stop touching her.
If Keller Williams isn’t your favorite acoustic-folk-bluegrass-funk-loop-guitar player out there, then you’re looking in all the wrong places.
British pop-rock duo The Ting Tings performed a dynamic show at the Paradise Rock Club last Wednesday, the second show of their U.S. tour. Members Katie White (vocals, guitar, bass drum) and Jules De Martino (vocals, drums, electronics) rocked the crowd with their upbeat sound and high-energy stage presence, performing tracks from their album ‘We Started Nothing.’
Some call it a guilty pleasure, some turn up their noses and others just live for it. I am talking, of course, about pop-punk ‘-‘- that ubiquitous genre that has been infiltrating rock radio, MTV, high school parties, skate parks and shopping malls across the country since the mid-1990s.
After four albums of sing-along folk melodies paired along morbid minor tones, and verses sprinkled with lyrics dug up from some old coat pocket in a Parisian thrift store, the newest album from The Decemberists, ‘The Hazards Of Love,’ is not necessarily out of character.
In March of 1999 I was on spring break with my family in Orlando. A few days before we left I made my dad take me to Best Buy to purchase Britney Spears’ ”hellip;Baby One More Time’ album. I listened to that CD the whole flight down, in the car, by the pool ‘-‘- wherever I possibly could.
This may be hard to believe, but Jesse McCartney is a true performer. All biases aside, the man can sing . . . and dance . . . and write (‘Bleeding Love’ anyone?) . . . and put on a show.
The Love in Stockholm CD release party was responsible for all of those neon bracelets and big black X’s floating around Harvard Avenue on Friday night. The band, made up of Boston University students and recent BU grads celebrated at Harper’s Ferry with a crowd of fans and loyal followers.