Ian Moore has been slowing the tempo since his early “Texas blues whiz kid” days curved out of his rearview mirror in the late ’90s. He’s gone through an acoustic stage and a lamented “Eddie Vedder jams with Chris Whitley in the Big Easy” phase, periods that helped him discover his soulful inner falsetto. Since then, he’s moved to Seattle…
It didn’t faze Manishevitz when the band drew all of ten people (bar staff included) to its last appearance in Lawrence. No, Manishevitz just shrugged it off, joked between songs with the bartender and the sound guy, then streamed out the kind of jazz-tinted, folked-out indie pop that makes you feel stoned, even if you’ve downed only a couple of…
Fourteen quintillion people treasure the one Joseph Arthur song in their collection. OK, sure, those consumers are mostly under the age of 12, and the Shrek 2 soundtrack is one of only five CDs in their collection, but still, the big green ogre did wonders for J.J. Cale’s career, didn’t he? Peter Gabriel discovered Arthur in the wilds of Akron,…
Stop the presses! Alert the neighbors! Eat your vegetables! THE HIVES ARE BACK! THE HIVES ARE BACK! One of the most electrifying bands today, the fab five from Fagersta are ferocious in person and on their latest offering, Tyrannosaurus Hives, chewing out the idiots of our world, churning out garage-approved riffs and … wearing matching outfits. Known worldwide for its…
PD: How’s the marathon van ride? MC: (Yawns) I just woke up. We’re in New Mexico somewhere. We’re driving for, like, 37 straight hours from Chicago. How will you recuperate when you return to Los Angeles? It takes a few days before you get used to normal life again. You spend the first couple of nights getting annihilated. Then, nothing…
Thanks for tuning in to the Thanksgiving As the Table Turns marathon here on the Soap Opera Network. : Previously on As the Table Turns, the embattled DJ competition known as Waxclash was widely dismissed for its poor organization, crappy sound quality and a diluted talent pool. Staffers at KJHK 90.7, which puts on the annual turntable tryst, worked feverishly…
Given its vile lyrics (Human feces I season with morning eye crust and navel lint), outlandish onstage antics (singer Travis Ryan has regurgitated yogurt and donned a mask made of beef jerky) and unappetizing album art (Humanure looks like it sounds, only much, much worse), Cattle Decapitation seems like the type of band whose dinner-party invitations might “accidentally” end up…
According to the National Retail Federation, the average American will spend $702.03 on holiday purchases this year, up 4.5 percent from 2003 (up 5.6 percent, says another source). Of course, that covers only one and a half iPods and a not-very-luxe digital camera (the latter allegedly this year’s top holiday gift), so the average American needs a few budget-stretching gift…
In the past decade, the Pornhuskers have employed more than a dozen dancers, played more than a hundred shows and offended more than a thousand people. However, until its self-titled album on Anodyne, unveiled on November 19 at a baroque release party, the band had never issued a full-length CD. Pornhuskers, adorned with a striking erect-ear-of-corn cover, proves that…
It’s the biopic of the year: Christian Bale is cadaverous industrial rocker Trent Reznor, prone to temper tantrums, brooding, inhabiting colorless environments, and keeping your parents awake all night as he fronts the heavy band known as Nine Inch Nails. Oh, wait … that’s not quite right. Christian Bale, in fact, is cadaverous industrial worker Trevor Reznik, prone to temper…
Mike Nichols’ new film Closer is a boiling pot of lust, mistrust and double-dealing that might well be taken for outright soap opera — or soft-core porn — were it not for the sophisticated gleam of its well-heeled London desperadoes and the vicious dazzle of its dialogue. Adapted from a bitterly funny 1997 play by the British playwright and former…
Not a Hansen fan: Earth to Overland Park know-it-all: Mr. Hansen, you have proven that you have exactly zero real-life experience in what I will call “the arts” ( Letters, November 18 ). To smugly suggest that a community of artists coming together to aid a fallen sister or brother is symptomatic of a communitywide malaise-and-tax-evasion epidemic is the height…
Threads Off the rack and on the town. Kona Grill, 11 p.m. Thursday Bud, the Pitch’s fashion expert, enters the techno-thumping sushi bar looking for just one woman: a 27-year-old late-night diva named Amy. She won’t give her last name, but it doesn’t matter. In this scene, it’s her digits that define her: She’s 5 feet 4, 130 pounds, a…
Dear Mac Tully: The Strip read recently that you’ll be coming to town in January to take over as The Kansas City Star’s new publisher. This finely cooked steak extends its meatiest congratulations. We understand that back in the 1980s, you sold ad space for the Star before leaving town to climb the ladder at Knight Ridder, so this is…
Tishawna Owsley had one wish: to find a decent house. A mother of four who had recently split up with her kids’ father, Owsley was forced to move in 1999 after the city condemned the leaky, ramshackle east-side house she and her family were renting. Owsley reluctantly sent her children to stay at her mother’s crowded house while she slept…
