There is a kind of magic that can only be created when a truly great band plays in someone’s garage. The last time I saw Pets, I was sitting on top of my car, legs through the sunroof, kissed by rain so thin it was almost mist. Barely cold enough for a sweater, it was...
Short beards, knitwear, too-small beanies, and wire-rimmed glasses; on Oct. 26, Jeff Tweedy brought his classically eccentric audience to the Lincoln Theatre. The room itself felt like a relic from another decade: red velvet seats, ornate gold trim curling around the...
“The scene just isn’t what it used to be.” Hashed out chit chat of the 40-something men holding court in the back of a local punk show. They traded in the Xs on their hands for beer bellies years ago. Now, clutching an IPA and barely squeezed into their 15-year-old...