Opened in 1985, Croce's has long been a key spot for working jazz musicians, who appreciate that Croce pays them with a stable check—rather than a cut of door money—and doesn't put restrictions on what they can play.
Alfred Howard doesn't know when to quit. A prolific songwriter and percussionist, he seems to start a new band every six months. At The Void last Thursday, he performed with a new one—a soul super-group called Rebecca Jade & The Cold Fact.
Fronted by veteran rocker Jennifer Herrema, Black Bananas thrives on a collagist, anything-goes approach. Their 2012 album, Rad Times Xpress IV, is a runaway choo-choo train of butt-rock riffage, electro-funk groove, bruising snarl and bong-hitting humor.
Jacob Turnbloom of Mrs. Magician is one lucky guy. In March, someone swiped all of Turnbloom’s gear and some of the band’s merchandise from his car as it was parked outside his apartment in La Mesa. Last week, he got some of it back.
Critics have been going wild over Phosphorescent's new album, Muchacho. Partially dreamed up while main man Matthew Houck was taking refuge in a seaside Mexican community, the album's mix of gorgeous, heartrending country rockers and ballads would make even the rowdiest bar fall quiet.
Pop artists, music writers and fans of rock 'n' roll have spent the past week paying tribute to Encinitas resident Paul Williams, a pioneering rock critic who died at age 64 last Wednesday after struggling for years with early-onset dementia.
It was 7 p.m. on Easter Sunday, and I was just laying down for a nap when I looked at my phone and noticed a tweet from CityBeat staff writer Alex Zaragoza: "At Bar Pink for a super not so secret Rocket from the Crypt show. Are you aware of this shindig @PeterHolslin?"
Fans of The Locust may want to consider booking a trip to the United Kingdom. The sci-fi grind champions recently signed on to perform at I’ll Be Your Mirror, a London music festival curated by Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Grizzly Bear that goes down in early May.