Tonight there are a couple of decent choices for live local music. Particularly, if you're a rocker.
I've been told that this is a lull in the winter storm, but I know you guys and girls are a brave lot. I might see you at one of these shows, who knows?
The Monkey House in Winooski features balls-out rockers Party Star and indie weirdos The Cripples, who are returning to the stage following a spate of recording. You'll only find Party Star in this week's *official* club listings, 'cause the venue didn't tell me The Cripples were on the bill. So goes booking in our little burg.
Other Friday thoughts:
This might strike many as patently obvious, but Bob Dylan's self-titled debut is really quite good. It's easy to overlook, because there's only like, two originals on the entire album. Also, I can't stand the picture on the cover. The dumb corduroy cap he's wearing coupled with the smart-ass look on his face just plain annoy me. But the music is great, and, when placed alongside his most recent efforts, almost completes a circuit. Thanks to our General Manager Rick Woods and Spitting Out Teeth for simultaneously (but independently) reminding me of this little gem.
I've been posting a lot of weird metal-ish stuff here lately, so allow me to balance it out with some nice pop by a fella named Richard Swift.
Swift grew up poor and religious, but that didn't stop him from busting out and getting his songwriting swerve on. His stuff is in the grand tradition of Harry Nilsson and Paul McCartney, but a tad scruffier than the latter, and certainly not as awesome as the former. But who can be, really? To these ears, Swift is kinda like a less flamboyant Rufus Wainwright. But you be the judge: