Music
Never for money, always for love
By its second anniversary, back in 1994, the Mountain Sun Pub and Brewery already needed a bigger space for its birthday bash — the...
Burning houses, debauchery and acid
It approaches the realm of impossibility to describe the sound that emanates from the band The Growlers. The amalgamation of genres sounds as though it shouldn’t exist: a combination of mellow reverb-filled surf rock, garage band guitar, country-folk and gypsy ...
Who the hell is Tyler Bates?
It’s around one in the morning in Kiev, Ukraine, and Tyler Bates is just settling into his hotel room. It’s the first day of...
The Smashing Pumpkins front man confronts reality
Less than two minutes into our conversation, Billy Corgan asks me to hang on. I hear a muffled and brief interaction he’s having with...
Which house for witch house?
What do you get when you have a downtown warehouse with little city enforcement and a group of tenants whose primary addiction is art? You get Rhinoceropolis, a Denver D.I.Y. art establishment and anarchist commune that has been the city’s most fertile breeding ...
Phoebe Bridgers’ whimsical stage show gave Red Rocks’ natural beauty a...
When my sixth-grader, Sidney, and I were biking home from school yesterday I started idly singing Phoebe Bridgers’ “Kyoto,” which has been one of...
Two drummers, one beat
Blues-rocker Joe Bonamassa has made a habit of choosing a specific theme or musical direction before recording many of his solo albums.
For his new...
The final stage
He was a whirlwind on stage. A larger-than-life mandolin dervish enticing huge audiences to join him on a wild ride, and a songwriter who...
No more Mr. Nice Guy
It’s midday on a chilly Wednesday, in a month of Mondays, and Clay Rose is doing some press in between bites of lunch. Through...
David Crosby’s cliff dive
David Crosby loves science fiction novels. Yes, that David Crosby. The mustachioed troubadour; the man who almost cut his hair; the shadow captain himself;...