The "late" set at Jazz at the Bistro starts at 9:30 p.m., about the time other jazz clubs are getting ready to open.
Ponce de Leon may not have found the fountain of youth, but hardcore-thrash crossover band Dirty Rotten Imbeciles proved that spending 30 years in the thrash zone is the next best thing.
The greatest foe of the musicians who played Tuesday night at the Gramophone was the slew of libations administered by the bartenders.
Monday night at the Firebird was full of deja vu, with bands performing that I had either seen many times before or could have sworn I had.
Outside the windows that illuminate stage left of the Old Rock House, a train rolled forward with slow determination over the dark Mississippi to a destination unknown. The Arch rose up in the background as the Royal Southern Brotherhood took the stage and the crowd gave them a warm, enthusiastic welcome.