Youthful indiscretion leads to a lifelong obsession with the Meat Puppets.
I've never bought into the idea that drugs or booze should be a requirement for enjoying a band. Such mind-altering approaches might be necessary enhancement for appreciating some acts (ahoy, jam-band fans!). They're also a solid excuse for appreciating others (howdy, EDM lovers!).
Quiet Oaks outgrows their past with Pretty Alright.
It was hot at City Weekly's Utah Beer Festival in 2014. One of the shadiest spots in Washington Square that day happened to be the modest bleachers on the north end of the City and County Building, where one local band was loading out while another—The North Valley, it turned out—loaded in.
Lunar Twin's spooky night at the beach.
During the day, the beach is a sunny, welcoming place where people feel comfortable removing most of their clothes and throwing Frisbees with strangers.
Looking ahead to the day when music sees no preference.
So, pop star Hayley Kiyoko's playing Kilby Court this week. I only know her because my daughter's a fan.
Changing Lanes Experience is more than a cover band.
Face-to-face interviews, as opposed to phone and email exchanges, allow you to look an artist in the eye when he or she tells you about their music
Hendrix tribute brings Jimi's old bass player and amazing cast of guitarists to Utah.
Billy Cox heard Jimi Hendrix playing guitar before he ever laid eyes on the man who would go on to be one of the revolutionary forces of rock 'n' roll. Cox and Hendrix were both teenagers serving in the Army and stationed at Fort Campbell, Ky., in 1961.
Looking back on Elytra's flight as it comes to an end.
Elytra's name comes from the Greek word for sheath, which entomologists have used to name the tiny shells that separate to expose the wings of certain kinds of beetles.
A Utah Music Festival playlist to get you prepped and pumped.
With any multi-venue music festival, due diligence is advised.
Dada's 1992 debut asks many questions, provides one answer.
On the strength of its anthemic, jangly single "Dizz Knee Land," Puzzle—the 1992 debut of Los Angeles alt-rock trio Dada—sold more than half a million units. But it was gold before it sold a single copy.
Ogden blues-rockers Pinetop Inferno release debut EP.
Sometimes a band's name is enough for me to know I'll like them. More than a year ago, while proofing the music listings, the name "Pinetop Inferno" jumped off the page. I loved what the words implied: "Pinetop" refers to the buds or shoots of a pine tree, which can be used to make a medicinal tea or whiskey—both good for what ails ya. It also evokes the blues (see Pinetop Perkins, Clarence "Pine Top" Smith), which is also anodyne.
Provo-based music whiz Davey "Vid" Nelson re-examines his roots on Millennials.
I've heard of renaissance men before, and I'm pretty sure I've even seen one or two on TV. After chatting via email with Davey "Vid" Nelson, a Provo-based rocker with an old soul, I can now confidently say I've actually met one.
Southern California quartet keeps it real.
While Dawes hasn't necessarily distanced themselves from that vintage description, they haven't stopped there, either.
Guitar virtuoso Eric Johnson gets a spark out of playing acoustic—and piano.
Ever since his breakthrough third album, Ah Via Musicom (Capitol, 1990), Austin, Texas, guitarist Eric Johnson has been a widely admired guitar hero. From the start, he wedded dazzling technique to a strong melodic sense, gaining a reputation as a guitarist's guitarist along the way.
Live looper Simply B rediscovers band life with SuperBubble.
Musicians' practice spaces can be messy. So when you walk into one—especially one inhabited by a guy who goes by "B"—you're not prepared for a harmonious collision of obsessive-compulsiveness and feng shui.
Moab folksinger and train troubadour Gigi Love brings the reality of climate change to Trump's front door.
Despite the state's important role in the U.S. National Park Service, it's also home to Rep. Rob Bishop, one of the park service's most vehement opponents. This apparent juxtaposition makes it all the more poetic that a Moab-based singer/songwriter like Gigi Love would dedicate her most recent album to our country's national parks—and take that dedication straight to Trump Tower's front stoop.