Losman's Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Blog

'90s nostalgia seems to be in full effect these days.  Billy Corgan just can't seem to keep himself from leaving the veil of the Smashing Pumpkins.  Pearl Jam turned in a rabble-rousing 3-hour set as headliners at the annual Bonnaroo festival, and are gearing up to do the same thing at Lollapalooza.  After 15 years, shoegaze pioneers My Bloody Valentine are playing together again.  The throwback train is steamrolling through the collective consciousness of pop culture, and it's only going to get bigger.

Then there's Mark Lanegan and Greg Dulli...remember them?

Lanegan's Screaming Trees were responsible for some of the most trancedent rock music to come out of Seattle during the grunge days.  During those same days, Dulli's sorely underrated Afghan Whigs soul-inflected post-punk resonanted with critics as well as a dedicated cult-like base of fans.  All the while, both bands were overshadowed by the biggies of their day. 

The two have been quite productive since those days and the demise of their bands.  Lanegan's work with the Queens of the Stone Age and Belle and Sebastian's Isobel Campbell, as well as his own solo efforts, have all faired well for him.  Dulli's Twilight Singers released 4 critically-acclaimed records since 2000.  In late 2003, the two came together - christened as The Gutter Twins - to start the initial writing of what would become one of the best records released in 2008 so far...Saturnalia.

Rather than re-treading the past like many of their '90s bretheren, Lanegan and Dulli have forged new ground musically with their collaboration, while reflecting a sense of familiarity to longtime fans of their work.  Lanegan's whiskey-drenched voice with Dulli's achin'-to-be wails complement each other in the best of ways this side of Plant and Krauss. 

Duality pervades much of Saturnalia (even the name of the album references an ancient Roman festival where slaves and masters switched roles).  It's the pefect record for both the dark soul of the night, as well as the uplifting spirit of the human condition.  It's stories consist of saints and sinners, love and spite, regret and redemption...everything that makes us human.  Which makes the record so compelling on every listen. 

I take my hat of to Lanegan and Dulli...uncompromising in their musical visions.  Give these two ghosts of days gone by a listen.  I promise you won't be disappointed.

 

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Music is a gift. It can change everything you think about the world in a moment's time. When I was about 13, Jane's Addiction did just that for me...

Prior to hearing Jane's, I was a full-on thrash metal kid. My older cousin Gibby gave me a copy of Ritual de lo Habitual and said, "Listen to this...it's going to change you". Man, did it ever. I was completely captivated.

Had Jane's not made in impression on me at that ripe young age, I probably would have never heard The Cure...or Joy Division...or Bad Brains...or Bowie...or Iggy...or The Clash...or....the list goes on and on. I probably would still be some steakhead metal guy, or even worse...some stupid emo guy into your little sister's 101X punk....YUCK!

Jane's were at their greatest (1986-1991)...charismatic. In the land and time of LA pop metal, they created two timeless, mesmerizing, completely transcendent albums. They ushered in a new age and mentality in pop culture. They opened the floodgates for everything that came after them to reach the masses. Nothing the 4 members have ever done - either together or apart - has ever been able to eclipse what they did during this short period of time.

And now, twenty year's after the release of their major-label debut Nothing's Shocking, Warner Bros. is about to celebrate them all over again:

Jane's Addiction Raids Vaults For Boxed Set, DVD

After this comes out, and I pop in my remastered copy of Nothing's Shocking, and here Perry Farrell's opening lines on "Up the Beach"...I'll be transported back to a moment in time that changed everything for me.

"Here we go....home" indeed.

Go watch this movie...oh yeah, and buy more Clash records, because for a while there, they really were "the only band that matters"...and you'll find out why.

 

 

Most people who know me, know I'm not exactly a HUGE U2 fan.  The Unforgettable Fire, The Joshua Tree and Achtung Baby definitely have their place in my musical universe, but other than that, I'm not a fanatical...as most U2 fans are, and will gladly tell you this.  But I have to admit, I'm super-stoked about the 20th anniversary reissue of The Joshua Tree.  And here's why:

Because it's going be a double-CD/DVD reissue with b-sides, liner notes full of history and pictures, film from a July 1987 Paris show and a documentary called Outside It's America, and all those great tracks ready for today's audio capabilities.

Because it's just in time for the holidays, which means I can put it on my wishlist.

Because it's a modern classic, completely timeless and always provoking on every listen....just as The Clash's London Calling was before it, and Nirvana's Nevermind was after it.  Every pop music fan should have it in their library.

Because it's the record that turned the band from earnest, road-warrior Dubliners to stadium-rock, culturally-significant icons.

Because every time I hear the unquenchable ache in "With or Without You", the thundering power of "Bullet the Blue Sky", the longing for hope in "Red Hill Mining Town"...it reminds me of why I love music so much.

If you haven't heard by now, Radiohead ARE releasing a new album this week.  Yeah...it was just as much a surprise to their fans as it was to the rock press.  But, they're doing things a bit differently with this release...in fact, it's kinda unprecedented in the record industry.

Radiohead's In Rainbows will be availabe this Tuesday, Oct. 10, as a DRM (Digital Rights Management) - free download from their web site.  Fans are going to be able to decide how much they want to pay for the download as well, $1...$15, whatever you want!  In addition to the download, all those freaky, obsessive fans of the Oxford, England quintet can go into record stores and purchase a deluxed box version of the album packaged with a double vinyl disc, a book, eight bonus tracks and two CDs, available in early December.

Radiohead has taken the power out of the hands of the label execs...even the retailers, and have given it to the consumers to decide how they would like to acquire it.  I personally think this is REALLY cool, but what do you think?  Do you think other major acts may follow suit?  Really, in this day and age, it's all about the touring profit margin for major bands anyway.

 Let me know what you think yo...drop me a comment.  In the meantime, I'm going to bust out my copy of OK Computer (Radiohead's best work in my opinion, but that's a topic for another blog post), an wow at how it predicted the future!

I love the show It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. It's lowest common denominator charm and moronic characters rival some of the best comedy since the late, great FOX show Arrested Development. Catching up with the new season on FX, I happened to notice the promos to the upcoming season of Nip/Tuck...which are brilliant. I don't even watch that show, but these promos are compelling me too.

The most brilliant thing about them is the music. The first time I saw the promo, I heard a woman's voice singing "Wicked Game" by Chris Issacs. I thought to myself, man that's a brilliant cover. Curious to see just who was performing the cover, I went to my computer and googled "Wicked Game Nip/Tuck", and found that the band Giant Drag was responsible for this great rendition.

I had always meant to check out Giant Drag after the release of their much-lauded 2006 debut Hearts and Unicorns, but never got around to it. Now, I can't get it out of my stereo! Annie Hardy, the band's main creative driving force, has a voice that lingers somewhere between Liz Phair and Juliana Hatfield land. The music is a really compelling mix of dreaming guitars yet tough as nails chord progressions, all wrapped up in gleam of indie-coolness. Annie must have grown up listening to a lot of Breeders, Mazzy Star, Beach Boys, Nirvana, PJ Harvey, and of course probably her most obvious influence, and the name-check for countless other musicians, My Bloody Valentine.....yeah, this is definitely right up my ally.

Thanks FX....you turned me on to a great, new band. Your original programming rocks! But really, do you have to keep showing those cheesy movies from the '90s...just asking.

So, I just gotta say thanks to Adam for covering day 2 on my blog for me.  Man, I wish I could have seen the Cold War Kids and Arctic Monkeys.

Ok, the other thing I gotta say is that I'm dog tired!  After working weird hours last week, ACL Friday, Driving to and back to Dallas on Saturday, and ACL Sunday...my body feels it.  So, to be honest, I really don't feel there's much to say about Sunday.  In my opinion, there just wasn't anything as powerful and compelling as Queens, Kaiser Chiefs and Bjork were on Friday.  But I'll give you the lowdown on some of my favorite moments.

Got to the festival early at 12:30 (on 5 hours of sleep mind you) to catch the great Yo La Tengo.  The indie rock veterans from New Jersey turned in a stellar set featuring quite a number songs spanning vast Matador Records catalogue.  They also turned in one of the loudest...probably even louder than the Queens.  I love the loud, so it was perfect for me...

Common proved to be quite the filler for Rodrigo y Gabriela who cancelled.  ACL really needs to bring more Hip Hop to the festival...all the other festivals have done it.  The last great Hip Hop performance on one of the major stages at ACL was the Roots about 3 years ago.  But Common got the audience amped, sticking with most of his familiar hits.  He also had a really tight band behind him.

On a whim, I decided to go to the Austin Ventures stage - one of the smaller stages of the fest - and caught Rose Hill Drive.  I didn't know what too expect, all I knew as that The Austin Chronicle's Raoul Hernandez was raving about them.  He said they sounded like a harder version of the Kings of Leon, so I thought cool.  These guys were effin' awesome!  Very melodic Southern hard rock, so I see where Raoul was going with the Kings of Leon description.  But, I really feel they sound just like themselves...nobody else.  I think KLBJ is going to have a great relationship with this band...they'll be all over them.  And lastly, as musicians, they were some of the best the festival had to offer.  They were very tight for the type of music they play...and couldn't be over the age of 20!

Lastly, Bob Dylan...well, Dylan is Dylan.  Let's face it...he's a living monument.  If Dylan hadn't written the songs he wrote in the sixties, rock and roll as we know it would not exist.  He changed everything when it came to lyrics...he brought poetry to the art form.  But sadly, Dylan's voice was just not there Sunday night.  His band was tight though.  The man is 66-years-old though, and he's lived through all of it...so we have to cut him so slack.  Hey...at least I can say I saw him play "Like a Rolling Stone" in my lifetime...

That's it folks...ACL 2007 is in the history books.  And as I was leaving the fairgrounds with my friends, this was what I sang..."

"Goodbye Zilker Park
I'll see you here next year
I hope it's another great one
But please... bring back Lone Star Beer."

Here's a couple of pics for ya:

Yo La Tengo Rocking it!

Common Amps Up the Crowd

Rose Hill Drive...KLBJ's Next Great Thing.

Hi everyone, Carlos couldn’t make it to ACL on Saturday, so I’m filling in for him. My name is Adam Silverstein, I’m a weekend producer and assignment editor at Fox 7, but most importantly I’m a music fan with a ticket to ACL Fest.

The air reeks of sunscreen and smoke, my eyes are burning from sweat, my legs and feet are tired from a day spent standing as tall as I can to catch a glimpse of a band, while a perfectly good jumbotron goes to waste. It’s ACL Fest time once again, and for that magical weekend in September no one seems to mind a little sunburn, a lot of people and complete indifference to the score of the football game.

Austin is a city with an almost militant passion for its live music, but on plenty of occasions touring bands big and small skip over our proud little town for the bright lights and big bucks of Houston, Dallas, even San Antonio. But for this one weekend (and quite possibly another week in March) Austin earns the musical prestige we work so hard for, and becomes The Live Music Capital of the World.

I think my bike is the one on the right

In the interest of full disclosure, I started Saturday off with a bad taste in my mouth and a chip on my shoulder, one that had been resting quite uncomfortably there since Tuesday, and only seemed to get bigger and heavier each day.

Tuesday is the day I came in to work full of excitement and anticipation over my upcoming vacation, a chance to go to ACL Fest, and most importantly an opportunity to see one of my absolute favorite bands perform live, no once, but twice. I’m talking, of course, about The White Stripes. As I sat down at my desk, ready to start the day, I got the news, The White Stripes had canceled their ACL performance, as well as the Stubb’s after show. It would later be revealed that the cancellations were due to Meg White’s acute anxiety, and I suppose I can’t really fault the band for that, though I can still be angry about missing a chance to see a great band. Get well soon, Meg.

COLD WAR KIDS:

The great/frustrating/still-pretty-great thing about festivals is that the time you spend with your “must see” bands makes up only a small fraction of the weekend, so you’ve got to occupy yourself with other activities to fill in the gaps. Be it standing in line for food, water, toilets, or all of the above, or much more likely seeing a band you’re not too sure you’re into.

Cold War Kids are just such a band. They’ve built a reputation on strong live shows, and a somewhat less intense studio album. The crowd seemed to be comprised more of people with a gap in their schedule than diehard fans and the performance seemed to reflect that.

Don’t get me wrong, the music was there, they were tight, and together, nailing some vocals in a falsetto normally reserved for karaoke nights. But it felt like the band was as worn out by the heat as the midday audience they were entertaining. There really wasn’t that burst of energy you’d expect from a band with a history, albeit a brief one, of good, solid, rock and roll performances.

There was a constant back and forth between the band and the audience, both looking for more enthusiasm from the other, and I don’t think either ended up all that satisfied.

ARCTIC MONKEYS:

England’s most promising new band of 2005 never really caught on stateside the way they did back home. The Arctic Monkeys’ debut album, Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not, had one of the biggest debuts in history, and owed much of that success to word of mouth on the internet. This is a group of young guys, some in their teens when superstardom came calling, who now have to live up to a hype machine that shoves them into the same league as the Beatles, Stones, and Oasis. A tough feat to be sure.

Watching them live you get the sense that they just weren’t ready for this kind of attention. They play with energy and enthusiasm, but without the stage presence and charisma that can win over non-believers and work a crown up into a frenzy.

The crowd at the AMD stage was enormous. An absolute sea of people packed together waiting for the show, though it became apparent after the set that a good portion of that crowd was only there to stake out a good spot for the upcoming Arcade Fire performance.

The band took the stage and played through their set without much reaction from the audience. Looking around I saw most of the crowd standing still. There was a little action when the band started playing a few of their hits, but aside from scattered applause it almost seemed like the crowd was oblivious to the fact that there was a band on stage.

    The Arctic Monkeys is a band I would like to see again in a smaller environment of serious fans. They just seemed out of their element in front of a massive crowd waiting for songs they’ve heard on the radio.

THE ARCADE FIRE:

If I thought nothing could make up for missing The White Stripes, in an hour and fifteen minutes The Arcade Fire proved me wrong.

    This was the kind of performance you go to a festival to see. There was a power and energy in this band that was completely unmatched by anything else I’d seen all weekend.

    The stage was lit up with neon lights and giant circular screens. The glow on the stage alternated between red and blue as giant images from silent films were projected against a red curtain behind the band.

    The crowd burst into applause as all the musicians (I counted at least ten) marched onto the stage. It was an applause that never seemed to die down as each song became an anthem for the thousands of excited onlookers to join into. Thousands of exhausted, sweaty people packed together cheering, clapping, singing, completely enthralled with what they were seeing and hearing.

    The band played a good mix of old and new, pumping the crowd up with hits off their wildly popular Funeral album, and throwing in a lot of newer offering from this year’s Neon Bible, all played with great precision and musicianship, be it from a bass drum, French horn, mandolin, or motorcycle helmet (yes a motorcycle helmet).

    Standing there watching and listening to The Arcade Fire, I completely forgot how tired I was from two days spent standing in the sun. I didn’t care how bad the guy in front of me smelled, or how thirsty I was, and most importantly I forgot all about missing The White Stripes, all I could think about was how lucky I was to be in Austin in September.

Thanks, Austin!

Wow...were do I start.  I can honestly say that this year's Friday was probably the best one I had ever been at.  And yet, as far as festival was concerned, it seemed there had been one mishap after another leading up to it...

There had already been a feeling of, "they better live up to what they promised" after the Amy Winehouse and White Stripes debacles.  Talk of more cancellations...festival organizers defending their hard work to the media.  What could be next.  An RV that catches on fire during the Pete Yorn set, that's what! 

As I was walking towards the festival from the greenbelt, I saw a billowing stack of black smoke coming from the grounds.  I wish I had taken a picture of it...drats!  It was pretty ominous.  By the time I got inside the festival, and walked towards the Pete Yorn stage, Austin's Finest had already had the situation under control.  Shout out to them.  Pete Yorn went on with his set as if nothing happened....

Walked down to the AT&T Blue Stage and caught Blonde Redhead.  Unfortunately whoever was running sound for the NYC Dream Poppers totally did a snow job on them...the mix was terrible.  The guitars were way too loud and the vocals were not loud enough.  But, the band soldiered on with their set playing mostly tunes for this year's awesome 23.

Walked back to the main AT&T stage and fell in love with Joss Stone.  Man...that voice!  LIttle prim and proper English girl with the soul of Aretha Franklin.  Joss played up the crowd really well, and the crowd responded really well to her.  Sound was great, and her band was tight...right on their game for her mix of R&B and Pop.  I'm so glad I saw her...although I think it would have been cool to see Crowded House as well on the other side of the park. 

Grabbed some Stubb's BBQ and walked over to the AMD stage to camp out for the Queens of the Stone Age.  One the Queens hit the stage...I was amped!  Considering Josh Homme changes band personnel like he does guitars, it's amaing how tight as a group the sound.  The band played quite a bit from Songs for the Deaf, Lullabies to Paralyze and their latest Era Vulgaris...and played their guts out!  They were so good...they turned my friend Nik into a fan from that show, who hadn't even planned on seeing them.  And Josh Homme turned in one of the funnier in between song banter sessioins of the day.  At one point while he was trying to get everyone to clap, he quipped, "It's OK to clap...it's just not OK to get the clap".

Walked back to the AT&T Blue Stage and caught the Kaiser Chiefs who were great.  This was just an incidental show for me...filling in time between Queens and Bjork, but it turned in to one of my favorites of the day.  Their like a modern day Clash...amped up songs for the working class.  And they worked the crowd great.  My only complaint was that their set was too short.  They could of used another 15 minutes...

One word for the healiner of the night...amazing!  Watching Bjork was like experiencing a sonically aural and visual explosion.  It was really breathtaking.  The stage was set with so many vibrant colors, and everyone was wearing them too.  The light show was amazing, with neon greem rays of light pouring into the masses.  And the Icelandic Goddess poured her heart in every song.  It was the experience of a lifetime.

What sucks is that my crappy camera just really couldn't handle the Kaiser Chiefs and Bjork at night...so I didn't get any good shots of them! 

That's it for Day 1.  Check out Jeff Israel's Blog from myFOXboston.com.  He's here in town chronicling the festival for them.  Be sure to check back on Sunday for highlights from Day 2 as my bud Adam Silverstein guests blogs for me on Saturday's best.

Some pics:

AFD Clears the crowd during the RV fire

Leaving Pete Yorn

Blonde Redhead

Joss Stone

My buddy Nik and my little sister Marili...having a great time at this year's Festival

Waiting for the Queens of the Stone Age to tock the masses...

Queens Rocking Out!

Josh Homme is the coolest.

The first time I heard Joy Division...simply put, it was an awakening.  Yeah, I knew and loved New Order, the band that emerged after Ian Curtis' tragic suicide consisting of Joy Division's remaining members (Bernard Sumner/Peter Hook/Stephen Morris).  But on a whim, I picked up the Joy Division compilation Substance to see what all the fuss was about....and I was blown away.  Joy Division took the manic, raw energy of punk, and added atmospherics and mood...setting the stage for countless moody rockers from the '80s on through the new millenium. 

How could a single band sound simple...yet so complex, so sparce yet so immense?  Peter Hook's droning baselines, Bernard Sumner's skittering lead guitar, Stephen Morris' machinistic drums...and that voice, God that voice...Ian Curtis sounded both assertive and panicked at the same time.  Sadly, this post-punk pioneer never got to see just how influential his little band from Manchester would become.  On the eve of the band's first US tour in the spring of 1980, Curtis hung himself.  The act a culmination of ill health (Curtis suffered from epilepsy), a failing marriage and severe depression that went untreated.  Curtis was just 23....

Now famed music photographer and videographer Anton Corbijn makes his feature film debut with "Control" based on Deborah Curtis' (Curtis' widow) famed biography Touching from a Distance.  The movie has gained quite a bit of press and hype after it's debut at the Cannes Film Festival winning the festival's Official Selection.  As a fan...I can't wait to see this.  Check out the trailer for the "Control" by clicking on the poster below:

Again, being a Joy Division fan...I think this is going to be a classic.  But what about you out there?  What are some of your favorite music films?

Alas...the summer months are coming to a close.  And while you were sitting at home wondering when Austin's rain-drenched blue summer was ever going to end, The Black Angels took a major step in their career.  After a successful European tour with the soup du jour of Psych Rock Lovers, the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, one of Austin's most brilliant bands had a major crowd pleasing set at the Lollapalooza Festival in Chicago's Grant Park....

The Black Angels make their hometown triumphant return next Friday, Aug. 31 at Emo's.  If you haven't caught on to one of the best bands around in a town littered with thousands of mediocre ones, come and check them out Friday night.  I promise you'll become a convert, hunting down every Velvet Underground/Lou Reed, Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Warlocks, BRMC, Oasis, the Pink Floyd, Jesus & Mary Chain, Clinic, Verve, Joy Division, Spacemen 3, Suicide, Syd Barrett, The Stooges, Bob Dylan, The Doors, The Beatles,  and 13th Floor Elevators record you can find...

20 years ago this month, out of the LA gutters came the debut album of a little known band that was more dangerous, more violent, more sleazy, more apathetic and way more real than anything the world had seen in a long time. Guns N’ Roses Appetite for Destruction was born in a world chock full of completely cheesy and commercially-bland pop metal and dance music, but its tales of sex, drugs, violence and big city squalor tore that whole world down. It was all great rock music should be…dangerous and unapologetic. It was the sound of the post-Reagan yuppie American dream exploding. It was the best mainstream rock album the decade had seen….made by a group of LA miscreants hungry, angry and vying for a piece of the pie….so what happened?

Now mind you, I was kid when Appetite came out…just a young chap entering the 6th grade. But even at that ripe young age, the rebellious nature of the music called to me. I had enough of sneaking upstairs to my sisters’ room and playing their Police records. I wanted the sleaze! Down and dirty rock and roll…even though I hadn’t a clue of the dirty lifestyle they were talking about. I just thought it was cool to have a record with tons of “F bombs” on it, and I couldn’t wait to “smoke my cigarette with style”.

And it seemed the rest of the world felt the same…GNR became the biggest band in the world at the time, from ’87 all the way up into ’90. However, by that time, I had left that record by the wayside, was taken hostage by the ‘80s American hardcore punk underground, the unbelievably original music coming out of Manchester and London, and the burgeoning sounds just underneath the surface of rock music that eventually exploded onto the mainstream with Nirvana’s Nevermind. Buy Use Your Illusion I & II…screw that, tell me how I can see Jane’s Addiction before the break up!

And now, its 20 years later….and the band that released the best sleaze rock album of the ‘80s turned into a joke over that time. Axl Rose killed the original lineup with his weirdo, maniacal control issues, and has spent the last 15 years as some mythical recluse while occasionally coming out in public to convince the world that some magical GNR album will eventually be released to slay all other rock in it’s wake. Slash and Duff play in joke of hard rock band called Velvet Revolver with that loser from STP. And now, in 2007, what do you think a fickle rock audience is going to choose between…some jokers in the forties trying to relive glory days they skipped out on because of their egos, or some fat emo kid crying over some girl? I ain’t choosing either of those options…

But…I’ll still throw on Appetite for memories sake, ‘cause “It’s So Easy”, “Nighttrain”, “Mr. Brownstone”, “My Michelle”, and “Rocket Queen” still sound as kick ass as they did 20 years ago.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...everyone's talking about the actual event and how great the lineup is this year.  I'm counting down the days to my favorite time year just like everybody else.  ACL is an annual throwdown for me.  Friends come into town, I splurge on food and beer.  It's one of the best weekends of the year.

I can't wait to take in the sounds of Blonde Redhead, The White Stripes (Icky Thump is turning out to be one of the best albums of the year), Icelandic Goddess Bjork, and of course the delightfully, twisted aural assault that is Josh Homme and his Queens of the Stone Age.  That's just naming a few of the great acts playing this year.  But, even more satisfying is the ACL Aftershow schedule this year.  Here's a few of the acts you might catch me at downtown after the festival:

 

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Spoon w/Sound Team & Alright Tonight!

The Parish
Doors 8PM; Show 9PM

 

Friday, September 14, 2007

Paolo Nutini w/special guest Peter Bjorn and John

Stubb's
(outside)
Doors 8:30PM; Show 9:15PM

 

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Queens of the Stone Age w/Dax Riggs

La Zona Rosa
Doors 9:30PM; Show 10PM

 

Sunday, September 16, 2007

The White Stripes w/Cold War Kids
(outside)
Stubb's
Doors 7PM; Show 8PM

 

Common

Stubb's
Doors 8PM; Show 9PM

 

Monday, September 17, 2007

Yo La Tengo

The Parish
Doors 8:30PM; Show 9:30PM

 

Be sure to tune into FOX 7 NEWS IN THE MORNING all this week for live performances from some of our very own who rock.  All this week, we're featuring FOX 7 employees and their bands.  Check out:

 

Monday, July 16th - The post-punk sounds of Blue Beats Black featuring Michael McLeod

Tuesday, July 17th - Groove Metallers Ironclad featuring Danny G.

Thursday, July 19th - The acoustic, progressive blues of Texabama Brackish featuring Chip Walton

Friday, July 20th - Rock en Espanol specialists Frenetica featuring Becky Ozuna