San Francisco Weekly — May 2, 2012
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Sizzle
Talk about a crowd-pleaser: Bruce Springsteen played for three and a half hours in San Jose — and even went surfing through throngs of elated fans. Weinberg and the E Street Band played so hard we worried for their health, and while we didn’t get to hear “Born in the U.S.A.,” we did get “Born to Run,” “Dancing in the Dark,” and “Tenth Avenue Freeze- Out” as the night’s closer. Amazing.
As part of an annual tradition at the SF International Film Festival, tUnE-yArDs and local guitarist Ava Mendoza soundtracked four silent Buster Keaton comedies from the 1920s. The group worked its own songs into an original score, giving lines from tUnE-yArDs’ “Bizness” an unforgettable new meaning. Mendoza’s guitar work was electrifying. It was all just weird enough.
Know what? We like Outside Lands better than Coachella. Among other advantages, it’s cheaper, you can walk around the festival with your beer or wine instead of getting stuck in a garden, and you don’t have to worry about missing bands while avoiding 100-degree heat. Oh, and those fabled band reunions? The party-happy Coachella kids didn’t seem to care much about them, anyway.
Fizzle
Wait, so party-rockin’ duo LMFAO wants to make a movie? Can we save everyone the trouble and just tell you how this will turn out? (More specifically than “badly,” we mean?) Expect gimmicks, wackiness, unfunny jokes, terrible acting, and more inane music. There — we just saved you $10.
The members of Coldplay spent the first week of their U.S. tour kicking around San Francisco, and took some comically bad photos of Mr. Gwyneth Paltrow and Co. Frolicking on the Golden Gate Bridge and flying kites on Ocean Beach. Then they played two neon-filled nights in San Jose.
Electronic pop singer Julia Holter quivered onstage at Rickshaw Stop, but unfortunately brought a new, unfamiliar keyboard. That and her persistent aloofness hindered much of the Sunday night performance — only on a few songs, like “Goddess Eyes I,” did Holter finally seem to inhabit the characters she created.
For full versions of the above stories and much more about S.F. music, check out All Shook Down, our music blog, at www.sfweekly.com/shookdown
Talk about a crowd-pleaser: Bruce Springsteen played for three and a half hours in San Jose — and even went surfing through throngs of elated fans. Weinberg and the E Street Band played so hard we worried for their health, and while we didn’t get to hear “Born in the U.S.A.,” we did get “Born to Run,” “Dancing in the Dark,” and “Tenth Avenue Freeze- Out” as the night’s closer. Amazing.
As part of an annual tradition at the SF International Film Festival, tUnE-yArDs and local guitarist Ava Mendoza soundtracked four silent Buster Keaton comedies from the 1920s. The group worked its own songs into an original score, giving lines from tUnE-yArDs’ “Bizness” an unforgettable new meaning. Mendoza’s guitar work was electrifying. It was all just weird enough.
Know what? We like Outside Lands better than Coachella. Among other advantages, it’s cheaper, you can walk around the festival with your beer or wine instead of getting stuck in a garden, and you don’t have to worry about missing bands while avoiding 100-degree heat. Oh, and those fabled band reunions? The party-happy Coachella kids didn’t seem to care much about them, anyway.
Fizzle
Wait, so party-rockin’ duo LMFAO wants to make a movie? Can we save everyone the trouble and just tell you how this will turn out? (More specifically than “badly,” we mean?) Expect gimmicks, wackiness, unfunny jokes, terrible acting, and more inane music. There — we just saved you $10.
The members of Coldplay spent the first week of their U.S. tour kicking around San Francisco, and took some comically bad photos of Mr. Gwyneth Paltrow and Co. Frolicking on the Golden Gate Bridge and flying kites on Ocean Beach. Then they played two neon-filled nights in San Jose.
Electronic pop singer Julia Holter quivered onstage at Rickshaw Stop, but unfortunately brought a new, unfamiliar keyboard. That and her persistent aloofness hindered much of the Sunday night performance — only on a few songs, like “Goddess Eyes I,” did Holter finally seem to inhabit the characters she created.
For full versions of the above stories and much more about S.F. music, check out All Shook Down, our music blog, at www.sfweekly.com/shookdown
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