His contemporaries left silhouettes of incenerated ashes, others have more recently been unearthed long after their heyday, for years burried under piles bullshit they inundated each other with. He immortalized himself, a self-sculpted bronze statue still standing. Andy Warhol the central figure of the New Wave Pop Art movement did not plan to die; loath... Continue Reading →
Jetting, Jazz Estate, Unrehearsed MKE #26
Setting the mark for improvised jazz in Milwaukee, Unrehearsed MKE paced its two year anniversary with a follow-up show in March. Unrehearsed MKE came equipped its usual stable of thorough bred musicians, fit for carrying music jockeys around the gormandizing track, a mile and a quarter. Unrehearsed's departure from the traditional recital performance doesn't reveal... Continue Reading →
The Big Disk, Record Store Day
You may have heard that it's Record Store Day tomorrow, WMSE has been pumping it so I'm all for it. You may have also heard that vinyl is pretty cliche now, even though hip-hoppers have been going to the crates for decades. Since you are back in your place recognizing who-did-what-when-first, I can go on,... Continue Reading →
Jazz will never die, Kneebody, Jazz Estate
Shane Endsley's horn pitter-pattered like hand-placed rain drops on a hot tin roof, pinging tones varying with the contours of the surface they hit; mo' better. Ben Wendel bled raw emotion over the reed of his sax in response to the weather around him, seeking companionship from Kaveh Rastegar's bass scales, sharing the moment. Mirages... Continue Reading →
Carnal Beat, Alchemist Theatre, Another Tale of Eddie
Without actually smelling it, the stench of stale beer permeated Eddie's crap-hole apartment. Petty thieves, smart alec jerks, low-life amateur cons, and shape-shifters, litter the neighborhood that starts when you enter the Alchemist Theatre. It's dingy. It's plastered with aerosol tags and shitty band posters, were you just there or are you here? The Bowery... Continue Reading →
Local Trolley 