Last year, scores of mask-wearing, partially clad Denverites converged on the Wonderground warehouse space to wish a bon voyage to Cindy Wonderful and her multi-hued Rainbow Sugar posse; following that last great fete, Wonderful, Amy Fantastic and Germaine Baca boarded up their art-and-performance space in northwest Denver and headed off…
The Old 97s return to Boulder Friday, March 9, at Tulagi, with a new album, Satellite Rides (Elektra), that itself represents a return of sorts. The band has always skirted the line between the rough-hewn alternative country of 1997’s Too Far to Care and the melodic pop that marked 1999’s…
David Booker and the Swingtette, Friday, March 2 and Saturday, March 3, at Sambuca, are arguably D-town’s reigning kings of swing, jump and blues. For more than twenty years, Booker’s played more local gigs than any artist of a similarly blue hue, making his surname a deserved one. Sure, he’s…
For the past decade, the New York City-based Groove Collective has mapped the unlikely musical spaces between jazz, house, funk, hip-hop and the Beatles. To traverse this terrain as a listener, you won’t need a compass — nor will you get lost — if you accept that the mind and…
Patsy Cline’s plane went down outside Camden, Tennessee, on March 5, 1963 — roughly one month before singer Paula Frazer let out her first newborn squall. And while reincarnation makes for nifty tabloid copy, Frazer certainly does conjure the spirit of the Grand Ole cowgirl. At least, most music critics…
Face to Face, with Snapcase, H2O and the Explosion, Friday, February 23, and Saturday, February 24, at the Ogden Theatre, scared more than a handful of fans away with its 1999 shot at epic rock, Ignorance is Bliss (Lady Luck/Vagrant), but the band is doing its best to bring punk…
If your punk-rock gauge reads “empty,” fill up your tank with Regular at the 15th Street Tavern, Friday, February 23. Dishing out inferno-style punk driven by thermonuclear riffs and wanton energy, Regular is a family affair: Singer/guitarist Miguel Lopez jammed with his brother — Regular drummer Manuel — for nearly…
In jazz, your sound is everything. It’s your identity, your symbol of maturity. It defines your artistry. There’s no quicker put-down than “he hasn’t found his own sound yet”: It means you’re not really worthy of being talked about at all. Now consider Argentine tenor saxophonist Gato Barbieri. He has…
In the world of Western pop music, there’s a reason the drummer sits in the back: We are married to melody. The casual pop-music consumer could probably easily rattle off names of musicians responsible for his or her favorite melodic hooks, but that same individual would probably draw a blank…
When Rachel Simring was looking to replace her ex-boyfriend guitarist back in Georgia, in 1993, she almost passed on Andy Ard. Two other musicians had already offered to play with her, so when the perennially shy Ard approached her with a hesitant “I don’t know if you remember me,” she…
A drive through downtown provides many clues to Denver’s cultural ranking. Does the city have an adequate number of scary-looking dive bars? Good bookstores, galleries and coffee shops? Plentiful parking? Is there a building with large, sculpted insects climbing all over it? The answer to that final question is yes,…
The Youngblood Brass Band, Saturday, February 17, at the Boulder Theater, will add a blast of fresh heat to the early Mardi Gras celebration being presented by the Colorado Friends of Cajun-Zydeco Music and Dance. The band — eight white guys from the seemingly gumbo-impaired environs of Wisconsin — blend…
Ever wonder about the music that’s used to weave together segments on programs like National Public Radio’s Morning Edition? Local acoustic guitarist and songwriter Lynn Patrick, Friday, February 16, at the Chautauqua Community House, Boulder, has supplied some of these sonic beds of late: Selections from her self-produced instrumental recording,…
Sometimes, a couple of good lines from a pop song can explain in a few words what otherwise might take an hour: “Consider for a minute who you are/Then decide it’s time to re-invent yourself/Like Liz before Betty, she after Sean/Suddenly you’re missing, then you’re reborn.” Neil Tennant’s pithy lyric…
The BellRays are pissed off. Independent thought is an endangered endeavor. That pisses them off. Modern politics are more akin to marketing Brand X over Brand Y than they are about solving problems. That also pisses them off. The music media insists on slapping labels on them. That pisses them…
After a decade of working to make a name for herself in the heart of the Denver music scene, local folk-country artist Celeste Krenz is heading for the bright lights of Nashville. But unlike all of those starry-eyed girls with guitars boarding Tennessee-bound Greyhound coaches, Krenz has no misbegotten hopes…
That Jennifer Lopez. I mean, whew. Look at her. She’s got hair like a wheat field in the wind and brown eyes richer than all the Rockefellers put together, and full, luscious lips just made to shout, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” And in the photo on the back of the package,…
This disc finds the former voice of Judas Priest straddling the classic metal stylings for which he’s revered in many quarters and more contemporary touches; Halford succumbs to a style that’s made multimillionaires of malcontents who were still sucking strained bananas when Rob and the lads were living after midnight…
The modern jazz giant Charles Mingus earned scant mention in Ken Burns’s lengthy but misshapen PBS documentary about the music, so newcomers in thrall to Burns’s view may not grasp Mingus’s enormous reach and influence. For thirty years he was a powerful bassist, a daring, big-scale composer and a philosopher…
When the Grammy Awards air later this month, Mr. Marshall Mathers will probably be asked to please stand up at least once; Eminem’s quadruplicate nominations seem to guarantee a win or four on February 21. But since The Marshall Mathers LP is just the kind of specimen Tipper Gore types…
Sage Francis, with Atmosphere, Child and 5th Column, Thursday, February 8, at the Boulder Theater, may not look like a poet in the Wordsworth tradition. Still, his work — a combination of battle rap and a poetry slam — has earned him a rightful place in the artful hip-hop underground…
In 1993, Dave Willey’s seven-month-old orange tabby killed a squirrel — a big, black one with pointy ears. The incident provided inspiration for “The Cat Song” and further motivated Willey to flesh out ideas he had gathered while busking across the Eastern Bloc. Almost a decade later, the Boulder-based multi-instrumentalist…
