Scott Hansen, aka Tycho, on stage at Terminal 5, on the Awake Tour.
The man, the apparition, the legend, the singer, the songwriter, the Detroit day labourer, the artist long thought to be dead, the alive and the incredible Sixto Diaz Rodriguez.
On the eve of new Stars shows, a look back at their previous tour. I can count on one hand the artists who can hold my attention for nearly 15 years, but Stars are amongst a rare few that continue to captivate me. Great performers, great music, great people. Looking forward to another great night.
Emily Kinney live at Rockwood Music Hall. I don’t know what her percussionist was playing, except to call it a box, but it was a good sound and a good show.
By 1957, the Village Vanguard, having gone through a few prior incarnations, took its place as the center of the jazz universe. Icons of the genre flocked to 7th Ave, in the heart of Greenwich Village, to play and record — albums and live sets that would live in infamy. John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Gerry Mulligan. Bill Evans, Thelonious Monk, Thad Jones. So many more, legends all. People say that the club hasn’t changed in all these years. But the effects of the club, and the albums made within its walls, have changed many.
On a rare tour, playing the barely-lit DC9, Torquil Campbell and Chris Dumont of Memphis put on an amazing show.
I first saw Winnipeg’s The Watchmen live in Windsor more than 20 years ago. There are very few artists that hold my attention for half that long. But the band has always been great, with a fantastic live set, and their rare December, 2012 show in Toronto was nothing less.
More than a musician and composer and bandleader, Michael Arenella makes the Jazz Era Lawn Party happen. This shot of an intense-looking Arenella is from the dance floor. Professional dancers, groups with choreographed routines, and fired up partygoers give the floor constant use during the party. And what a party it is. And with this post, ladies and gents, a week of 1920s-inspired photos comes to a close.
Torquil Campbell, Amy Millan and Evan Cranley, of Stars, perform live in Baltimore. Taken on March 8, 2013.
From the first notes to reach my ears, the music of Dive Index has always captivated me. And for my past few trips to New York, the band has been the soundtrack to my visits, meshing perfectly with the destinations, the weather and the mood. But on the day of this photo, Dive Index was the reason for the trip to New York.
In the sweltering heat of Philadelphia’s First Unitarian Church, Stars gave another fantastic performance. With the show split into two sets, they first played their entire upcoming record, The Five Ghosts, then eight familiar tracks from previous albums.
After a night of incredible performances, getting to meet some of the musicians was an extra bonus. Heading to the subway, I walked around to the front of Carnegie Hall. Standing on the sidewalk was Larry Mullen Jr.
I’m not sure whether this production can be considered “scaled down” when compared to the last time I saw a U2 stadium show on the PopMart tour, with its 150-foot wide screen and rolling lemon and on and on. But anything after the staging of ZooTV is going to be very tough to top. This panorama was shot on the way to the main floor, where it was loud. Here’s hoping for more shows next year.
The massive, grey odes to Communist architecture are everywhere. The central train station, dark, depressing and dirty, is gargantuan, like its own underground Gotham City. It’s a labrynth of snack shops, clothing stores, internet cafes. While the blocky buildings give Warsaw a distinct historical style, modernity is moving quickly to catch up.
Ping… ping… The abstract geometric graphics swirl and twist on the massive overhead screens, as if a deranged architect is directing a computer-generated war between multicoloured polygons. Lights pivot and twirl, hurling coordinated blasts of photons around the basketball arena-sized room.