They suck, what else is there to say?
I missed the show but will try to make it next year. I just stumbled upon your blog. I'm learning how to sing from http://thomascollettvocal.com/singing-samples/ Maybe sometime you guys will be reviewing me! Hope so.
WOO! can't wait to check out show tonight !!
Believe it or not, chuck played on the UA mall near Mckale in, I believe, August of1980. It may have been '81
Experience the enitre Rosemont Project at http://www.rosemontblvd.com/
It's a pretty rare thing to hear songs forged so expertly in the fires of experience. The material has had a good long while to marinate, and Gabe and the boys put a lot of umph behind the live renderings of these works. Really, really great stuff.
Billy Sedlmayr is my hero, hands-down. This man went to the bottom and came climbing back up, brilliantly. That is raw character and courage.
Yeah, unfortunately the show was for us a drag also. We work for a living so having to wait around an hour longer after the first two bands were done and then the Cat Power sound check was a bit exhausting. And the focus on stage once they came out kind of reminded me of the last B.B. King concert i attended . But shelling out $32 bucks for the Rialto is kind of ridiculous anyways given the terrible acoustics. Seems it was only two or three years ago shows were 10-12 bucks. $16 for something special. And that $1 extra for the Rialto renovation fund, wheres that going? Haven't they paid for the new signage already?
Thanks to these Nine Questions, by Mari Herreras and answers by Ernesto Portillo, Jr, I can explore a variety of music I did not know about and I will certainly avoid "Techno-banda!"
i wish i had read this Cat Power article before shelling out money to see her. Actually, I didn't see her. After waiting for an hour for her to show up to her own concert, i got my money back and left. My wife stayed with our son. She said it was sad because Chan looked and sound strung out and kept misplaying. My wife finally walked out. Won't be spending money to support her drug/alcohol/mental illness, hope she gets every other suckers' money to pay for admittance to rehab/mental health facility.
i hope head over heart gets better equipment or something. i wanted to like them but they sounded pretty horrible.
the opening guy, jessssssssssss, was pretty good. i would have been okay with watching him for the hour instead of listening to craptastic 70's rock classics.
Abby, I'll TL;DR this for you - As some get older and different facets of life burgeon, they tend to trivialize or de-gravitate the things that pushed and defined us when we were younger. They think that what we experienced has perished along with our youth. There are yet others of us who don't have the same experience, and stay in a somewhat lonely place that most others leave. When we hear the former, we feel as though we should have maybe stayed on that train. Then you see some kids at a show down on 4th and you remember why you didn't.
I guess you get it or you don't. Enjoy the voice later.
Abby: How so?
This is a non-article. C'mon Tucson Weekly, this is embarrassing.
I've never been to the Galactic Center ... is there a bar or can you bring your own alcoholic beverages? Do they serve food? Thanks.
I've never been to the Galactic Center. Is there a bar or do they allow alcoholic beverages brought in? Do they serve food? Thanks.
I think it's a real travesty that Greyhound Soul has resigned itself to playing the same bars in the same few cities over the last twenty years. I'm not talking about a lack of ambition but a lack of trust on the part of the band, the regimented record industry, and the world. Greyhound Soul should have been out there in the psycho-sphere mixing it up with the likes of the Meat Puppets, Dinosaur, Jr., Smashing Pumpkins, Wilco, Flaming Lips, Guided by Voices, Sonic Youth, American Music Club, f***ing Jack White for f***'s sake. Instead, the band seems terrified that the soul will get sucked out of the dog, and there will be nothing left but shoes to sell. I never understood this. I hung around Tucson for a few years and listened to a string of honest proponents beg Pena et. al. to spring for the price of a bunch of stamps and let a few cool record companies know they were out in the desert putting everything they had into every single note and they wouldn't quit until god or some corporation un-invented electricity or stories. That's all it would have taken, all it would still take. I can't imagine Robert Pollard in Dayton, Ohio, standing next to his mailbox in his robe and slippers, nursing a Rolling Rock, tearing open a package containing a Greyhound Soul CD and a heartfelt letter, walking back into his house, cranking up his stereo, and going, "This band sucks." More like: "Who the fuck are these guys and why aren't they on Matador? Tobin, paint me a cellphone and tell Toohey to eat s***." Something should have been done. Attention should have been paid. Why in the world is Foxygen selling out shows at the Bowery Ballroom here in Manhattan and Pena is still taping his own signage in the window at Hotel Congress? Does that even scan? I mean, at all? Could someone please talk some sense into somebody? Twenty years is a long time to hold a grudge against that Funzalo clown, Mike Lembo. He stopped being relevant when his answering machine ate its last cassette. The guy's a rectal thermometer--in his dreams. Heck, the sun's coming up, and I don't even know what I'm trying to say. Or save. Eminem, could you fly to Tucson and torch a trailer park and throw Pena a bone. Twenty years is a long time for genius to sit on its hands in Tucson.
Great article...went and checked out the video. Fantastic!
Spot on, Josh!
Amazing character with an amazing voice....Lucy Anna Johnson
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