Thoughts are fleeting. The rich narrative that builds in my head during any given show is usually gone within 24 hours. Like spring snow melting down to nothing more than wet spots
It was a Sunday night and I was standing on a chair in a bookstore. A quick scan through the shelves below me provided my bearings as somewhere between the
April 10th, 2014 turned out to be a great night in Denver. Those who were in town for the Craft Brewers Conference mingled with the locals at various establishments all over
Sometimes I wish extreme music was more popular. I realize that goes against everything that ‘extreme’ bands and fans stand for, but before you gather the black-clad masses to hunt
Foreigner’s “Feels Like the First Time” was all too appropriate as a sudden darkness engulfed the capacity crowd at Bluebird Theater. It was the fifth time I’d seen Adam Granduciel and
Age was on everyone’s mind during Lorde’s debut performance in Colorado last night. The 20-somethings were in awe of how many kids were in attendance. The kids seemed shocked that
There was a bittersweet feeling in my heart as the idiosyncratic Valerie June took the stage at the Gothic Theatre last night. I had been waiting to see her perform for
The door to the backstage room was ajar, allowing the curious to witness Angel Olsen and her band lounging around before their set. The scene wasn’t all that interesting —
Picture this — it’s a warm summer evening and you’re hanging out at the county fair. The sun is setting over the horizon, providing sweet relief from the heat wave
Moonface is Spencer Krug. Spencer Krug is Moonface. This has never been more apparent than it was at Moe’s last night. Gone were the festival-sized synths and guitars of Wolf
Some shows just scream to be written about. By the end of the night the narrative already exists. When I sit down in front of the computer the next day,
The 3rd Annual Winter on the Rocks was perfect. Although it didn’t start out that way. I couldn’t help but question my own intelligence as I navigated Red Rocks Loop
I’m too old for this shit. Seriously. Standing in lines to get into punk rock shows should be something I reminisce about when I want my daughter to think I
“We ain’t ever gonna make it, like I thought we would So why can’t we just pack it up and say we did the best we could? I used to
There was a point during Patterson Hood’s solo performance at Larimer Lounge last night when the lead Drive-By Trucker pretty much gave up trying to hide how high he was.
