The Long Island, then-Brooklyn, now-Saugerties singer/songwriter Laura Stevenson splits her bandwidth just about evenly between a rambunctious, stormy and keenly melodic power-pop on one side and a delicate (though still stormy) chamber Americana on the other.
Friday, January 11: The great, blind British pianist and composer George Shearing lived so long and recorded so much with so many that no one even remembers how he used to be dismissed by the hardasses of jazz. He outlasted them all, and emerged as a pioneer in several respects: as the man principally responsible for the sophisticated “locked-hands” piano technique, and also as one of jazz’s earliest adopters of Latin music.
If the image of a long-haired woman turning her back on the world and running toward the ocean is not already on a Tarot card, it probably should be.
We need special nights, damn it, and until such time as it is all Applebees out there, someone is going to trade ten years of their life expectancy to give them to us.
Saturday & Sunday, Jan 5-6: Miller, the undeniably gifted frontman of the Old ’97s, joins forces with Cronin, the man who would brand New Paltz with his instantly identifiable, brash and iconic paintings.
Sunday, Dec. 30: The great critic Greil Marcus once called They Might Be Giants “the opposite of rock ’n’ roll.” He didn’t mean in it a good way. Bell-curve-busting kings of nerd-pop and AV room superheroes, the band exemplifies the kind of “surface smart” and geeky, Advanced Placement cleverness that has always infuriated those who locate the genius of rock ‘n’ roll in its broad gestures, its cultural transgressions and its primitivism.
Monday, Dec. 31: How to have a hot time on a cold night in New York State’s first capital.
The good humor, imagination, artistry and Old World skill in effect was irresistible and moving: a megadose of vitamin Christmas. And of course, Mohonk served tea and cookies.
Friday, Dec. 14: The veteran garage psychedelia band from Georgia, the Black Lips, teams with the younger-but-similarly-Southern Nude Party for a night of real gutsy rock.
Sunday, Dec. 16: John Anderson’s film celebrates the lasting musical and cultural legacy of the legendary blues harmonica player and longtime Woodstock resident Paul Butterfield. Butterfield learned the art from none other than Muddy Waters.
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