To the families and friends of Jamie Ranae West, Steven Craenmehr and Sandy Le -- victims of a horrific crime on the streets of Austin during SXSW 2014 -- I offer my sincerest condolences for your losses. To the dozens more injured, I can send only expedient recovery wishes.
Just like a bag of Skittles or ragtag selection of beer, Humdrum's got a few distinct flavors that all go down infinitely better when pickiness is brushed aside for a quick binge.
Amidst a carnival backdrop and a vast, black-clad bromance, Riot Fest 2013 battered, broke and scarred the Chicago faithful and the wanderers alike, just as desired.
Seattle, thank you. You were sunlight and summer for three straight days, saving your typically relentless rain for the personalized autograph of a goodbye drizzle -- a little reassurance found with just a closer look.
Bumbershoot, a portmanteau for an umbrella, started as a jazz festival with the hook that the mayor would watch over your children.
With open guitar notes like the click-clack of a southbound freighter, the Midnight Ghost Train erupts into each of its Delta blues-metal epics with a relentless single-mindedness: hard, fast and loud.
Daft Punk's "Random Access Memories" tests every instinct of a fan of music. What is a fan's responsibility, if any, to an artist? What is an artist's responsibility, if any, to the fan?
Eschewing Paul Simon's "Graceland" comparisons to soar through pop, gospel and folk, Vampire Weekend contemplates the timelessness of getting older on "Modern Vampires of the City."
With a toast, a drag and a pair of suspenders, Jesse "The Devil" Hughes and his filthy cohorts, the Eagles of Death Metal, torched into the rarest of nights: paid for drinks, at a paid for show in the shadow of the Arch, framed by helicopter fly-bys.
The enigmatic Black Moth Super Rainbow -- Ryan Graveface, Pony Diver, Iffernaut, the Seven Fields of Aphelion, and, mercifully, Thomas "Tobacco" Fec -- come onstage accompanied by a revelation: They seem to be homo sapiens after all.