So, here we find ourselves again, for the second round of our annual rundowns of as many randomly-selected musicians & bands playing at Madness on Main as we can jam into our earholes before the big day (i.e., this Saturday, June 9th) up at White Oak Music Hall and The Raven Tower…
Yes, another year gone by, and another (ridiculously-late) set of top ten lists from us folks here at SCR of all of the good/amazing/awesome things we ran across in 2012. Your intrepid writerly-type people have gone through literally thousands…
Next day of the weekend today, with Saturday, March 30th, and it’s kind of on the crazy side tonight; there’s a ton of stuff going on. Here we go…
Hey, all — already into the weekend, I’m afraid, but there’s still lots going on tonight, Friday, March 8th/b>. Get on out the house, y’all…
sigh…late, late, late, as seemingly always. It’s late-evening on Saturday, June 30th, and yours truly just got done entertaining friends & friends’ children here at the house, so I’m only now getting back to the laptop…
UPDATE: Okay, so apparently I misunderstood the rules for the voting. You can vote not just once, but once per day on the ballot for whoever you want to win, from now until August 5th…
And on we go, to Saturday, May 19th, when there’s still plenty going on across our fair city; some of it’s earlier in the day than the rest, so get out there early. Here’s what looks/sounds good to me…
I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I’m not sure how the hell it happened, but one minute I’m sitting here watching the munchkins open presents at Christmas, and I blink, and what the fuck? It’s April? Wow. It’s like the start of 2012’s just zipped past…
“You can make a masterpiece but that don’t mean you make a living” – Kyle Hubbard. I will be the first to admit that I stopped listening to hip-hop when Tupac died. Back in the day, when I thought I was cooler, I was blasting Tupac, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Public Enemy, and others from my stereo speakers. I also blasted them out of my car speakers, which I thought was cool because growing up in Connecticut, everyone is white…
Hey, folks — sorry for skipping out on the past couple of days’ shows; had to do the family thing for Thanksgiving, so y’know. For some reason, 2- and 7-year-olds don’t get “Daddy has to post about some shows” as an excuse for why you can’t play Matchbox cars or Scattergories…
Yeah, I’m attempting to not let the rest of the weekend get the jump on me, this time; let’s see how it goes, eh? Cross yr fingers, y’all… The big item on the list, at least in the physical sense, is this year’s edition of the Vans Warped Tour…
I know I can tend to be overly effusive when it comes to reviewing music, especially from local musicians, so I’ve made a vow to be more exacting, more harsh — less Fresh Prince and more Samuel L. Jackson. And that’s going to happen right after this review…
To me, hip-hop was buried a long time ago. They didn’t even have the decency to hit him upside the head with a shovel, sedate him, or anything. They just hog-tied him and chucked him in a six-foot hole, the poor bastard pleading for his life and hoping that anyone would come along and save him…
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not into rap music, per se. I mean, I’ll always support Lil Wayne, because he came from that same little hell town of New Orleans that I came from, and then he went on to become a mega-superstar…
