Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Some More From My Home

Usually when I sit down to compose a post on this here blog, I seek to describe (what I consider to be) epic-ness with broad strokes. I've been on the road for about a month, & I came home last night, longing for my bed. I didn't even make it, falling asleep on my couch for 12 hrs of blissful reenergizing.

I made it over to Bar 4 here in BK for the Marco Benevento hang tonight, and my ears, eyes, senses, mind marveled at what I witnessed. Maybe it was the ragged cover of James Brown's "I Can't Stand it"? Maybe it was the guest vocalists, including current Scott Metzger bandmate Serenajean crushing a Gillian Welch tune? Maybe it was the Bustle trio of Marco, Scott & Dave playing a subdued, yet perfect version of Zep's "Thank You"? Maybe it was me & Scott & Marco & Dave & Serena & Karina & Gabrielle & Steph & Monica & Josh (who catalyzed the whole night) just hanging in the same room, so immediately post a long stretch for me on the road?

Whatever the notion that takes responsibility, I don't think it matters. What does, for me, is how wonderfully nights like this strike my soul. Just another Monday in Brooklyn. How could I not desperately miss it? I still cannot brag that "I've Been Everywhere" like Mr. Cash, but I've been to a shit ton of places. I'll take Brooklyn with tonight's company anytime.

Do yourself a favor, and listen to some Meat Puppets. I'm digging on II right now, and it's sending me off right.

Stay Gold...

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Home is where I want to be.

Discussion over at PT fell in love with The Talking Heads Naive Melody. Reading the thread brought me back to the early days of my time on the road, and I felt inspired to share some more.

I was out with Project Logic in the fall of '01, just after 9.11. We played in San Antonio at a defunct venue called Niles Wine Bar, and the band got an offer to open for Jane's Addiction in FL. They canceled their show in Denton, TX, and flew to the Jane's gig, leaving me behind to drive the gear from San Antonio to San Diego. I was still pretty green as a road guy; I had been working for bands just over a year, and that was the longest solo drive I faced at that point. I swear, I must have listened to Naive Melody 60 times during that drive. Because I faced an unknown quantity in myself, I latched on to the timely lyrics and bouncy groove, and I know that song got me to safely San Diego.

Looking back, I realize that 1275 miles on your own isn't that big of a deal on these kinds of gigs, but I'll never forget how I needed my 4 favorite RISD products (and friends) to keep me focused. Since then, I've gone from NOLA to the northeast too many times to count; Denver, Dallas, and Jackson Hole to home, and (my favorite), Brooklyn to Montgomery, AL and back to Asbury Park, NJ in time to catch WEEN in a 24' box truck with all of MMW's gear.

Home is always where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there.

Stay gold...

Sunday, June 22, 2008


On the NYC Freaks list, Jeremy Welsh wrote:

"I have been struggling to put my thoughts about MMJ into words, and a post on another list came close to how I feel." That line and the quote that followed, inspired me to write this response:

Its interesting to me that you were able to sum up your experience by quoting another person. Many times with this band (and many others), I feel like the majority of the audience goes through similar emotions while in front of them, and, as a result, I fully understand how one can transpose the assessment of another to help illuminate their own perspective. Most times, in my experience, I've been able to connect with someone else's opinion matching my own, & so too, as evinced by your quoted text, have you. With my own commentary on the subject, I don't hope to convince Jake that the band isn't "gay", or Rich that the band isn't "eh"; or anyone, for that matter, of anything. Rather, I only seek to expand on and perhaps further understand my own experiences.

I don't expect everyone to love this band, especially in the way that I do. I can see how, for most, my opinion doesn't matter now, and eventually, in the future, I understand that it will matter even less, to even less people. They are in the process of leaping to the next level, and what I think or write or opine matters not. With that said, seeing and loving music, especially in the live setting, almost always presents one with a shared experience. Seeing/hearing MMJ often entices me to close my eyes, increasing the (desired) disconnect with my surroundings in order to amplify my connection with the performers. But with so many members of any given audience numbering themselves among my friends, my desire to remain completely insular is rendered futile.

Beyond my personal experience at the show itself, comes the pre show, mid show & post show discussion. The personality of each narrator influences the comments, from Jay's understanding of the perfection of Bonnaroo performance to Ferd's sarcastic (and well composed, might I add) quips. Whether we issue our missives to rejoice, reject, assess, nitpick, postulate or seek information about music, we all ended up on the Freaks List because we like to talk/write about it, or at least know about it. Because of our shared history and track record, its pertinent for me to note our relationship with the "next big thing" if only because we helped support so many bands through that transition, from Soulive to Robert Randolph to The Duo.

The real truth about our role in the development of any of the aforementioned is that they probably would have grown without us. So to has/will The Jacket. However, as I stated before, people like us, those that eagerly invest in live music, as much for the artists as for our own satisfaction, matter. That alone drives my fingers to type this already too long and wordy essay. I don't see the opportunity to offer my opinion as a right, only as a luxury similar to the brilliance / difficulty of my own professional experience in the business.

I too want to use words written by someone else to better explain how I felt on Friday. In my case, the starting point came from my own mind. Last Tuesday, I wrote the following assessment of MMJ at Bonnaroo: "The more I consider it, the more I believe that it was in fact "The Best Show I've Ever Seen", and I only saw half of it." While juries can often find me guilty of hyperbole, in hindsight I still feel like that assessment holds true. My follow up quote, "They are going to lay waste to RCMH," ended up more as a wish than an accuracy, but only for some.

That's really the point. Given that all of us count ourselves as members of the Freaks list, and most of us hang out beyond the list together at shows, we often find commonality in our assessments of those experiences. This unity allows us to successfully quote others in an effort to explain ourselves. Conversely, we can also endlessly (as this post shows) agree to disagree about the same events.

Friday I saw a band for the second time in 7 days, playing Radio City for the first time. Last Friday in TN, during the course of the 90 minutes I witnessed, that band completely destroyed me. This Friday, the same musicians played perhaps (on paper) the biggest show of their lives, and they didn't top what I saw at Bonnaroo. Did they kill? For me, yes. Did they live up to expectations? For many, yes; for some, no. Nicole Levine said "it changed (her) life." Joyce said it didn't move her as much as she hoped, given the hype. Rich Petrisko called it "eh"; Dr. Swain perhaps contrasted it best when he wrote "it was majestic arena rock" but "Not an "OMG this is the best band in the world" show -- that was Bonnaroo -- but a confident performance by a band that's ready to take the next step."

The beauty of the whole situation, for me, can be found in that disparity. What happened at Bonnaroo belonged to those of us that were there, and for me, and many others, their set was "the best show ever". What happened on Friday belongs to so many people I love and respect, and it was everything that each of them postulated. They played the perfect big venue rock show. They didn't destroy people who's opinions matter. They changed lives. The left people thinking "eh". They met JR's expectations. They got Neddy & Sacha out of the house on the same night. They brought so many of us together, and left so many of us discussing the show in their wake.

Whether or not you get it, love it, need it or understand it, they made the leap. Because people like us, with our savvy and our history, don't bother to invest, positively or negatively in anything that doesn't matter.

I finally saw Radiohead play 2 shows in TX a bit ago, and I remember teasing Super Dee that they were the BBOTP - Best Band On The Planet. After MMJ at Bonnaroo, I told her that her assertion that MMJ held that title was correct. For me, that night/morning in Tennessee, they did. Radio City didn't necessarily take the crown away from them. Instead, it allowed reality to properly influence my opinion. MMJ is not (yet) the BBOTP, but they could be. And they are closer to undisputed champion than even they might have guessed. Even if you don't know it yet, or don't agree, you all make it so by firmly stating your opinion about them.

T minus 6 months and 9 days 'til MMJ MSG. If any band can lay claim to the BBOTP crown, its them, there. 'Til NYE (and beyond), stay gold.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Scotty Hard

I wrote this the morning of March 20th, upon returning home from the Scotty Hard Benefit that I help put together at Highline Ballroom. I would have published it then, but I was too lazy to set up links at 5 in the morning. So without further ado, here's my thoughts on one of the best musical nights of my life, basically unedited from what I wrote that night.


I'm too wound up to sleep just yet, still basking in the glow of a nearly perfect night. I don't even know where to start. I mean, what feels better: Putting on a successful show for a beautiful cause, or seeing most of your friends creating that show or enjoying that show, or creating or enjoying that show yourself. I got all of that tonight, and more. I was gonna say something from the stage, but I'm not really an on stage talking kind of guy. Plus, the musical statement was emphatically made, I could add nothing until now.

I need to offer so much gratitude to so many people. My crew, god, I came three people from my ultimate dream team. Liz Penta, Ina Jacobs, Jay Bau, Amy Davidson, Jon Dindas, Randy Taber, Chip Auchencloss, Bobby Haight, Bill Mulvey, Dave Campaniello, Gaby Kerson. Ina & Liz used to book CBs313 back in the 90's, where they met MMW. Ina taught Amy how to tour manage. Amy taught me. I taught Chip & Gaby. Randy taught me to mix. Bill & I have been recording bands for years. They worked their asses off for me today, for Scotty, and the show went off so smoothly because of them. Dave had a gig this morning at 4am. He didn't sleep, but came straight to Highline to work. Bobby & Chip drove nearly 300 miles yesterday to get backline. Bobby & Bill and Jon and I started at 8:30 am today & finished at 4. Chip went to his paid gig at 9am, put in 12 hrs there, then came to Highline and gave me another 7. Dindas is swamped running the show at Greenapple. He took the whole day and gave it to me. Gaby is becoming the female version of another protogige of mine, Bryan Aiello. I think of something, and she's already getting it done. They were all selfless, professional, giving and perfect and I couldn't have done it without them.

The Venue. Adam & Ron & Mike and the Highline gave so much. I've often said that The Highline is a great place to see a show, but a hard place to do a show. The parking sucks, the load in is tough, with one tiny elevator to get gear upstairs, and the size of the dressing rooms makes my apt look like a Malibu estate. However, with that said, they were perfect tonight. I called them 5 minutes after I got the idea to do the show, and 5 minutes later, they were fully on board. They donated staff, the room, 100% of the gross to the cause. They did EVERYTHING I asked of them, got their vendors to donate hospitality, feed us all catering, & packed the room. We sold 801 tickets in a 700 cap venue, and every cent after my minimal expenses went to Scotty. We raised over $30000 tonight. That's amazing!

The Musicians: Again, where to start? In Feb, when I came up with the idea, I just started calling the musicians in my phone. Almost to a man, nearly everyone said yes almost immediately. I had Medeski, Martin, Kraz, Neal, Marco, Joe, Tommy, Kevin, Steven Bernstein, Logic, John Ellis and Vernon within hrs of the idea. They called the musicians in their phones and the line up gelled perfectly. Cats were coming out of the woodwork. Roswell Rudd, Casey Benjamin, DJ Olive, Ben Perowski, guys I hadn't even considered, made surprise appearances. Guys I worked with but haven't seen in years like Leon Gruenbaum, Briggan Krauss, Dennis Diamond, lent an hand. Medeski got Sco & Laswell, and there you have it. Vernon called Nikki Galspie to play drums today, and she didn't hesitate. Everyone on that stage gave selflessly of themselves.

And then there's the show: I thought the performances ranged from great to outstanding to perfect to epic. Vernon sounded better than I've ever heard him, all tone and spaciousness and understatement, with none of the volume that sometimes undermines his work to my ears. The Logic, Sco & Medeski sit in during his set provided my first "wow" moment, and thankfully, it was the first of many. And speaking of Vernon, can anyone think of a more eloquent speaker to open the proceedings? His comments to start the night came from his soul, and his soul is pure and true and passionate and heartfelt. I thought he delivered brilliantly. I wanted to open poignantly, and Vernon provided the perfect vehicle.

Medeski, Sco, Martin & Rivard continued the trend, with Medeski percolating and Sco burning. Billy always sounds great, with perfect touch and control driving his playing, and while Rivard is no Chris Wood, he came prepared, and filled some big shoes with grace and talent. MOD went from being a bit of a pain in my ass to the perfect choice for act three as soon as they took the stage. Dark and psychedelic, I really dug their set, especially with Bernie funking it up. Ben Perowsky swung his ass off during the Ellington tunes that followed, and I loved that they played Scotty's arrangements. To have Brian Harding, Scotty's brother follow the music with his comments added even more urgency to the specialness of the moment.

I thought the Big Yes mini set also came off well, especially with the charts that Kevin wrote for Bernstein & the horns. Vijay's trio came to me as an unknown quantity, and left me a fan. I though Liberty Ellman on guitar gave Sco a run for his money. And then the maestro, Bernstein & Sex Mob. Flat out, I think the guy's a genius. He hears things that I can't comprehend, but once they get played, it makes perfect sense. While we're on the subject of perfect sense, let's consider Tommy's decision to have Jonathan Goldberger play pedal steel with him and Joe. I love the American Babies tunes already, but the stripped down setting and poignant steel weeping underneath kept me extra engaged.

Prior to Russo & Hamilton's Indigo Boys rendition, we played Scotty's message. At first I wasn't sure where the video was going, but once he spoke, I'm so glad we worked it in as an interlude. I can't imagine what his experience feels like, to have gone through what he's gone through, and I hope I don't ever learn. Andy from Ropeadope went and saw him today, and he couldn't express how much the events of tonight raised his spirits. I didn't know the extent of it until I heard him speak on that dvd tonight. Can you fathom what its like to be in his position and find hope and honor? It means so much to me that I got to play a role in providing him with those feelings, but I can guarantee you that what happened at Highline tonight meant a million times more to him than to anyone. "Beauty is not truth. Truth is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best."

Maybe by that point I felt like fate allowed me a little self indulgence. Whether it did or didn't, I got it. (And even if I didn't, the next few paragraphs are self indulgent enough.) Most everyone knows my history with Soulive and the Duo, and I'm not saying I planned exactly what went down, but I'm not saying I didn't either. Kraz & Marco & Neal sort of set it up, and I just sort of nudged it along. Neal had expressed to me that he wanted to play with Marco again in January, and Kraz has a gig with the Duo at Jazzfest. Who am I not to encourage such collaborations? Obviously, Aaron & Jake deserve full credit for creating Bustle, but I'll take full credit for Soulive's affinity for the Zep. Back in February '06, we had just come off the Dave Matthews cruise, and were touring in Florida. I had been trying to to get Soulive to play some Zeppelin for a while, but Neal wasn't into it. Knowing what I know, that the music that musicians listen to during the course of a day influences their playing that night, I just started playing a lot of Zeppelin around them.

We found ourselves at Freebird Cafe in Jacksonville, and as usual, Neal started sound check on Alan's drums. Our guitar tech Mikey was on stage getting Kraz's gear ready, and he started fooling around with the riff to The Ocean. Rather than vibing him out of it, Neal joined in, naturally demonstrating the near universal love we all share for Bonham. Sensing my in, I literally ran backstage and printed the lyrics for Reggie Watts. Kraz was always down for Led Zep, having already covered Out on the Tiles with his solo band in December & January just passed. Somehow, fate took my side: we got in early, and set up early, giving us enough time to turn a sound check into a rehearsal. With a little encouragement, and a little prodding, they began to tackle The Ocean. We played the tune through the stage monitors via Ipod, and the band worked at learning the song. It went from rough sketch to refined show stopper that day, and they played it live as their encore that night.

While Reggie never embraced the tune enough to learn the lyrics, instead relying on a cheat sheet taped to the stage, Soulive continued to play the shit out of it. When we were in FL, I knew that the Duo was slated to open for Soulive at UPenn in March. I rejoiced in the knowledge that I could get the bands together via Led Zeppelin, and we pulled it off twice. In Philly, Marco sat in with Soulive on Wurli for the Ocean, and a month later, in Northampton, the Duo played their own show downstairs at Pearl Street, presenting me with another opportunity. This time Alan started the tune, again with Marco on Wurli, and then yielded his kit to Joe to finish it. At that point, I knew I wanted to find a night that allowed all of them to play it. Tonight, we had enough backline to do just that.

Getting Deitch and Russo together at once again demonstrates how lucky I am, and I think tonight's results justify that notion. Alan couldn't make the benefit, although he was generous enough to donate his drums. Deitch was unavailable until Monday, when his schedule suddenly freed him up to play. The way it all happened at the Highline ended up giving me everything I wanted, and in a way that I feel like I might not even deserve. So many things linked to those two songs, and so much went just exactly perfectly to set it up. Russo wanted to do a Duo tune before the collaboration, and when Deitch became available, Kraz started thinking the same thing about him and Neal with Deitch. For me, it all added up to perfect. And perfect in this case was epic.

In my own head space, the set up is brilliant. Here we have two bands that I love, two bands that I identified at different times as my favorite bands playing. Not only did I get to work for both of them, but they became my friends. I plan Russo's birthdays, I cooked a sick dinner at Neal's last week (Proscuitto wrapped home made potato chips as an appetizer style), they're my boys. Sometimes we work together, sometimes we don't, but nothing changes who we are to one another. That alone feels beyond special. Tonight, everything played into my hands. We got Soulive (SoulDeitch anyway,) playing a Soulive tune. Then we got the Duo, augmented by Tommy as a mirror image, playing a Duo tune. And then, as if it was first a street fight, with both bands seeking supremacy, the two entities realized that they could not defeat each other. Instead, by joining forces, they could exceed the sum of their parts, and become a super band, melded into existence by the power of the mighty Zeppelin.

At that moment, with all of my hyperbole aside, I felt perfect. Standing in the middle of that power, watching my friends light up a room filled with my friends, all gathered to help a person in need, I felt blessed. Not just self aware blessed, as in "I'm so lucky to be here NOW," but ultra blessed, like "I'll never forget this event as LONG AS I LIVE!" I walked out into the room and shared it with Nicole, and then I went back up on stage and watched Deitch and Russo dig in, two of my favorite drummers, passing perfection back and forth. As far as I know, nothing on earth compares to that feeling. That moment required all 800+ people that filled that room, it required every occurrence in the preceding paragraphs to go exactly right. It required my crew, and that venue, and all of those musicians and all my friends. It even, worst of all, required Scotty's accident to happen. And if something so terrible must occur, I can only take solace in my own journey through life because I know for sure that sometimes tragedy can create magic. Maybe, just maybe, that magic is so powerful that it can overcome that tragedy, even just for a moment. Because of tonight, no matter what happens to any of us, I know in my heart that it can.

Post Script:
We all live and we all die. We bury our family and we bear our children. We grow, and we fail, we take pride and we feel regret. And every once in a while, we get a night like my higher power granted me tonight. I started with a cause, and it grew as skill and determination nurtured its seed. Poking through the earth, consoled with heartfelt words and compassion, maybe it decided to make a go at it. Rarely, those times actually flourish, and even rarer still, maybe that moment bears fruit. Tonight on that stage, I bit into the most succulent fruit life has to offer. Thank you all for helping me grow a tiny fragile seed into that magnificent experience. To taste it was both a humbling and deserved experience. To taste it required so many of us to give, and rest assured, I can only hold it in my heart as one of the greatest gifts I've ever received. Thank you.

Updating Some More From the Road

gets more difficult, apparently, because of all the time I've been spending on the road. But I'm home now, for a quick 3 week minute, & I've got some stories saved up for you. Hope you've been staying gold.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

My response to: Finally, A Year-End List That Everyone Can Agree On…And Everyone Will Agree It Eats Shit

My way-too-in-depth response to a post on Hidden Track.

Sure, what I'm about to write lacks sophistication, but so too does the tale told by the lists in question.

The best-selling albums of the year, according to Apple:

1. Maroon 5 - Didn't hear it. Remembered that they opened for RANA at Wetlands once. Maroon 5's bass player cried that night. (NOT writer's embellishment.) Metzger punched him in the face. (Writer's embellishment.)

2. Amy Winehouse - Heard it, like it, like Sharon Jones better. Kinda bummed that a google image search of "coke whore" doesn't bring Amy up until page 3. We're all pulling for you Amy... You can do it!

3. Kanye West - Like him, didn't hear it. Probably won't try to hear it, in silent tribute to Evel Kinevel.

4. Daughtry - Who? I checked out their website and saw they played the Landmark Theater in Syracuse last - sure, a beautiful venue, but still, in Syracuse. As a Salt City native, I refuse to believe they're worth a shit. (Carrier Dome artists (Prince, GD, Stones & Springsteen among them,) are, of course, exempted from that opinion. Also, Central New York, Syracuse & especially Utica, is Phish Country, so they're exempt too, as are every band that I've worked for that played in Syracuse.

5. Colbie Caillat - Who x 2? One wasted trip to an unknown artist's website is enough.

6. Linkin Park - Didn't hear it. They have a DJ right? No offense to the DJ's I love & respect, but I gotta quote Supagroup: "You guys gotta DJ right? That's kinda like being good at the toaster. You know what? You... and your band... you FUCKIN' suck!"

7. Various Artists High School Musical - Didn't hear it. No further comment.

8. Timbaland - Didn't hear it. I really like JT though. Does that mean I'm still down?

9. John Mayer - Like him, didn't hear it. Little known fact [and the perfect tie in to my blog's stated purpose]: John Mayer LOVES Charlie Hunter. Remember when CH started playing Strat? Mayer sent him that Strat, for ser. I keep telling Charlie, "you should co-write some tunes with Mayer" But it hasn't happened yet. Tragic, really. I really think they'd come up with some tight shit. But what do I know?

10. Various Artists Hairspray - Didn't hear it. (No further comment.)

The best-selling songs of the year, according to Apple:

1. Fergie - “Big Girls Don’t Cry (Personal)” - Didn't hear it. But I'm not gonna hate. Everyone's all "butter face" (talk about lack of sophistication!) with Fergie - lighten up! I gotta say, I've hung with those guys and I know a few folks that have worked with them. Sure they got huge, but the egos are mostly in check. They're nice people, and as an employee of bands, that means something to me. Of course, this one time, their guitarist pretended to be another guitarist (also not writer's embellishment) to get laid, but hey...

2. Gwen Stefani - “The Sweet Escape” - Really like her, didn't hear it. Will try to seek it out, and with these lists, that says it all.

3. Plain White T’s - “Hey There Delilah” - Didn't hear it. Also: Who x 3?

4. Avril Lavigne - “Girlfriend” - Didn't hear it. This one time, RANA opened for Avril and since they were RANA, they were setting up their own gear. All the teenage girls up front started chanting "TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF" to Ryan (I think) and once he did, they all went crazy. To paraphrase Steve Earl "I'll stand on Jimmy Page's coffee table in my boots, and tell him to his face that RANA is as ROCK N ROLL as it gets. And if Angus Young has a coffee table, I'll tell him the same fucking thing."

5. Fergie - “Glamorous” - Didn't hear it. See above.

6. Kanye West - “Stronger” - Didn't hear it. See further above. Viva Evel!!!

7. Maroon 5 - “Makes Me Wonder” - Didn't hear it. Did I ever tell you the story about the time that Metzger kicked their bass player's ass?

8. Akon - “Don’t Matter” - Didn't hear it. Also, who x 4?

9. Timbaland (featuring Keri Hilson & D.O.E.) - “The Way I Are” - Didn't hear it. Still like JT, though.

10. Shop Boyz - “Party Like a Rock Star” - Did the Pet Shop Boys shorten their name? Didn't hear it.

So what have we learned?
1. I'm completely out of touch with the taste of the American music buying public. (Another life goal accomplished.)
2. The music industry has finally eaten itself.
3. The model, as they have sought to preserve it, is dead. (Long live Radiohead.)
4. Maroon 5 is probably rich, but their bass player is a pussy and anyone from RANA can still kick all their asses.

I can live with that.

Monday, August 20, 2007


Sitting in for Neddy....

* Bouncing Souls @ Cha Cha's (Coney Island)
Les Paul @ Iridium Jazz Club
New Pornographers @ Bowery Ballroom
Permanent Me / Bedlight For Blue Eyes @ Knitting Factory

Agent Double E @ Lion's Den
* Allman Brothers Band @ Jones Beach (Wantagh, LI)
Burnt Sugar / Trio S @ Zebulon
Dave Holland Sextet @ Blue Note
General Miggs / The Section Quartet @ Mercury Lounge
Jose Gonzalez @ Spiegeltent
Lucy Gallant @ Bitter End
Mocean Worker @ Nublu
Piebald / The Format / Reuben's Accomplice/Steel Train @ Webster Hall
Riverboat Gamblers / Valient Thorr @ Knitting Factory
* The Comas, Sam Champion @ Luna Lounge (Brooklyn)

Allman Brothers Band @ PNC Bank Arts Center (Holmdel, NJ)
Dappled Cities / Via Audio @ Union Hall
Dave Holland Sextet @ Blue Note
Gabriella Caspi @ Rose Live Music
* Garage A Benevento @ Lion’s Den
Hopewell et al @ Maxwell's (Hoboken)
Indigo Girls @ Planting Fields Arboretum (Oyster Bay, LI)
Josh Ritter @ The Box
Meta And The Cornerstones @ Lava Gina
Nellie McKay @ Joe's Pub
Pharoah Daughter / Pitom @ Zebulon
Rebirth Brass Band @ Highline Ballroom
* Sierra Leone’s Refugee All Stars @ BB King’s
The Aquabats @ Club Atlantis, Boardwalk @ Stillwell Ave (Coney Island)

* Codetalkers @ Rocks Off Concert Cruise Aboard the Half Moon
Dave Holland Sextet @ Blue Note
Death Of Fashion / Exitmusic / NYC Smoke @ Southpaw
Herbie Hancock @ Planting Fields Arboretum (Oyster Bay, LI)
Hopewell / Adam Franklin @ Cakeshop
Martin Sexton @ Rockin' the River Cruise
Monogold @ Galapagos Art Space
The Real Live Show @ Nublu
The Aquabats / MC Lars @ BB King Blues Club

Baye Kouyate Et Les Tougaranke @ Zebulon
Beach House / The Papercuts / Tiny Vipers @ Union Hall
Camera Obscura @ South Street Seaport
Dave Holland Sextet @ Blue Note
Kind Monitor / Double Fantasy @ Pete's Candy Store
Lee "Scratch" Perry @ Rocks Off Concert Cruise
Los Straightjackets / Big Sandy @ Southpaw
Meta And The Cornerstones @ Knitting Factory
Michael Wolff @ Knickerbocker
Murphy's Law / Electric Frankenstein @ Luna Lounge
Squirrel Nut Zippers @ Highline Ballroom
* Sound of Urchin @ Rocks Off Concert Cruise Aboard the Half Moon
White Rabbits @ Sound Fix:

Asiko / Sublimator @ Zebulon
Dave Holland Sextet @ Blue Note
DJ Dara / Mousky @ Club Midway
DJ Liondub @ Cafe Noir: 2-6 pm
DJ Rekha @ Governors Island (located in Manhattan Harbor)
Kumabear @ The Tank
Laws Of Gravity / Deep In Vein @ Europa
Michael Wolff @ Knickerbocker
Reggae Carifest / Bounty Killer / Yellow Man / Mavado @ Randall's Island
* Sound of Urchin / Tragedy / Girls Girls Girls @ Cha Cha’s (Coney Island)
The Bicycats / Kelli Rae Powell / Pagoda @ Pete's Candy Store
The Mugs / Condo @ Union Hall
The Octagon / Nice Jenkins / Goodnight Gunfight @ Pianos
The Randy Bandits @ Banjo Jim’s

25 Ta Life / Memories Past / Caught In A Trap @ Club Atlantis (Coney Island)
AC Newman, Feist, Jim James et al @ Beacon Theater (benefit)
Beres Hammond / Luciano / Richie Spice / Morgan Heritage @ The Aviator, Floyd Bennet Field
* Clutch @ The Crazy Donkey (Farmingdale, LI)
Dave Holland Sextet @ Blue Note
FREE Fiery Furnaces @ Socrates Sculpture Park (Queens)
La Strada @ Zebulon
O'Death @ Spiegeltent
Talib Kweli / Mos Def / Dead Prez / DJ Evil Dee @ Nokia Theatre

* Pete’s Picks