- Johnnie Enger
- If Adams told you once, hes told you a thousand times: The Jack Trades fairly rock. And you know what? Adam will probably keep telling you, until you go see a show.
Did I not tell you The Jack Trades are wicked good? I've been trying to tell you for a while now, but did you listen?
Well, if you did, and were at the Rocket Room last Saturday, then you know that I am crapping you negative. The rest of you schmucks, I suppose, will just have to keep taking my word for it. Or at least try to catch their rough-and-tumble guitarist and, um, vocalist, Mike Clark, when he plays with his country side project, Crow Flies, on April 11 at the Rocket Room. Or not. Whatever.
But sincerely now, based on the premium attendance and stellar sets by Stabya and Loverleigh, it looks like we may finally be outgrowing our collective local music training pants. With a little luck and a lot more work, one of our bands ought to be hitting the big pot in no time!
And on the national front, things couldn't possibly look more promising. Last week brought The Black Sheep announcing upcoming shows by Ra Ra Riot (May 9) and the crowning jewels of the Royal Order of the Hipster Hierarchy, Rilo Kiley (May 18 ... Jenny Lewis grrrr ow!). The Pikes Peak Center announced that Wilco will be coming May 8. Kimya Dawson (Juno The Moldy Peaches 100 percent ROHH approved!) is at the Sheep on April 21.
And of course, this Friday, we get a performance and booksigning by the most legendary of all living legends, Daniel Johnston, at the Smokebrush Gallery. This will undeniably be the most culturally significant spring the Springs has ever sprung.
Sadly, with the unprecedented success of this spring surge, we were sure to suffer a few collateral damages along the way.
After over a decade of near dictatorial domination of the ska skene, the band most beloved throughout the halls of our institutions of secondary education, The Right Aways, is getting ready to pass the torch, pull the plug or, depending on your perspective, pound the last nail.
Founding members Abe and Adrian, almost in unison, describe their final show, this Friday at The Black Sheep, not as a burning out or a fading away, but as really more of an execution. But, as the events of recent history have shown, assassinating the leader doesn't stop a war, and I fear we have not skene the last of Skaddam Husskain. I mean, The Right Aways.
In the meantime, though, they have been working on an interesting little project called We are the Dining Dead. Limited copies of their premiere self-titled release are already floating about town, and it seems promising that they will attempt some type of live performance in the not-too-distant future.
And although there isn't enough to do already this Friday, I just wouldn't feel right without a brief mention of the impressive lineup at the Rocket Room. Join indie abaccore renegades El Toro de la Muerte as they take the stage with Be Thou My Vision (aka Rence and Friends) and Hearts of Palm, Denver's horniest nonet (that's a nine-piece, dude). Good times will be had. Are you in?
I know I am! Smell ya when I smell ya...