Here's a not-so-hypothetical hypothetical. You've worked all week. You've slaved at your laptop, you've been in and out of meetings, and your boss has been riding you like Seabiscuit all. week. long. You, the weekend warrior- you, the one who works the desk-- YOU deserve to dance. This Saturday night in Kansas City, two of... Continue Reading →
The National's music is notoriously depressing. Their music paints the picture of despair, heartbreak, and sorrow- so much so that "Sorrow" is the title of one of their songs. It's the kind of music that can bring tears to your eyes. Luckily for me, and the attendees of their October 7th Kansas City show, it... Continue Reading →
There are few bands as emotionally captivating as The National. Cincinnati's finest have played to small clubs and large festival crowds for years. While their sound and style has evolved and expanded over time, one thing has remained the same, the reaction one feels when they hear their music. On October 7th, The National bring... Continue Reading →
When Jean Claude and the Eclairs dropped "Enzymes," their guitar driven, ultra-catchy pop-rock crossover hit, the world took notice. Here was a band, hailing from the middle of the map, with a funky name, that dropped a single song and racked up nearly 225,000 listens on Spotify. Fans requested they play it multiple times at... Continue Reading →
Who knew that three Jewish sisters from Los Angeles could perform one of the best rock sets of 2018? Uh, I did. It's 2018, get over it. (I really considered not making that my intro sentence, but I'm basically writing this for myself, so screw it.) Danielle, Este, and Alana Haim strutted through Kansas City's... Continue Reading →
There are places and times to best experience music, music heard in its' prime environment and ambiance. For example, it's a well known fact that AC/DC is optimally listened to while driving 45 mph down a vacant road, dirt preferred. Beach House is best heard at, you guessed it, a cabin in Colorado in the... Continue Reading →
On Thursday night, I attended my third concert in three days. A rowdy Jack White show and an intense JPEGMAFIA/ Injury Reserve show preceded my finale of the trifecta, a syrupy sweet indie-pop set from Alvvays. After the week I've had, my ears, knees, and sleep schedule may never recover, but it was a perfect week.... Continue Reading →
JPEGMAFIA took the stage on Wednesday night with a lot on his mind. "Yo, I've been reading Kanye West tweets all day, that shit's so wild. I'm so confused right now," said the Baltimore noise-rapper. https://twitter.com/PigsAndPlans/status/989180176302071808 It's true, earlier in the day, Kanye West, nearly everyone's favorite rapper, a man so instrumental in music and culture, proclaimed... Continue Reading →
When was the last time you looked out at a crowd of people at a concert and didn't see one phone out? Not one person Snapchatting, nobody taking zoomed-in photos in between peoples' heads. Not a single person checking the Boston Celtics score during the slow songs. Jack White played a killer set at Providence... Continue Reading →
