The Creole outlaws known as the New Orleans Suspects jumped across state lines to the Lou for a much needed bit of the South during the bitter cold.
After a show in Des Moines, Ia., Kyle Henderson, 24-year-old front man of indie-rock band Desert Noises, tries to wake up for his 2 p.m. interview with some late afternoon breakfast in his hotel. It wasn't for another few hours that he and the gang would have to be in Lincoln, Neb. for the next gig at the Bourbon Theatre, so there was no rush.
Checkpoints and stealth officers had a heavy presence on the streets in and around Chesterfield, Mo. on Thursday night.
DeRobert and the Half Truths shook the foundations of KDHX headquarters with a commanding live studio performance filled with funk and soul.
We slipped into a lucky parking spot in the lot behind the Moonrise Hotel as the sun gave its final warming rays for the first-class citizens of the west side of the loop. "Two hours late for the show," I said to Johnson as we headed towards the Pageant. "This will make for an interesting review." Neither of us could have guessed how the night was about to play out.
Fish, family and some good old-fashioned roots music had boots stomping and women wailing to the sounds of the Rum Drum Ramblers, the Hobosexuals, Bob Reuter's Alley Ghost and more for the Big Muddy Records' Fish Fry at Off Broadway on Friday night.
Sitting in the dank, humid depths of a sad Porta Potty on day three of Bonnaroo, a poor soul sits and contemplates his life with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other for an early morning movement.
Friday night saw an entire night of rainfall, and the super cell storm that would be later confirmed to have created the largest tornado in recorded history left Mulberry Mountain and Wakarusa wetter and muddier than ever.