Last Thursday, Significant Other burned down the Record Archive’s Backroom barn with its funkified drive. People were on their feet, people were on each other’s feet, people were on the tables, guzzling beer and wine and jumping for Joy, but she wouldn’t come down off the chandelier.
Frank De Blase
The F Word: An apology to Margaret Explosion
People who brandish cell phones at shows are distracting and disappointing. Put the phone down and dig the show, sluggo. Live in the now. But this isn’t a rant at millennial meatheads and their all-important tools of hipster oblivion. This is an apology to Margaret Explosion.
The F Word: Redacted
CITY music writer Frank De Blase encounters the thrash-metal Pez dispenser, hears his favorite song, and gets redacted.
The F Word: Twitterpated immensely
CITY music writer Frank De Blase dishes on Maybird’s recent album release show and guitarist McKInley James’ turn toward original soul and R&B tunes.
The F Word: Clunkers and gems
Frank De Blase shares his thoughts on the performances at Rochester Music Hall of Fame’s Class of 2019 induction ceremony on Sunday, April 28.
The F Word: Is It True?
Is it true, pretty
baby, what they said about you? This week, two music icons were taken from
us. R&B-soul shouter Andre Williams and surf guitar
originator Dick Dale. Something ain’t right here.
The F Word: Rochester Music Hall of Fame
Every year, with the
announcement of the latest inductees into the Rochester Music Hall of Fame
comes a groan of disappointment from some local musicians and their fans. We’re
not simply talking sour grapes or envy here.
The F Word: Rockin’ with the remnants
Classic
bands like Journey, Cheap Trick, The Stones, and The Who are missing original
members due to death, retirement or irreconcilable differences, but I can still
rock with the remnants.
The F Word: Too much practice is bad for you
It’s good to know your instrument and your limitations therewith. But too much rehearsal is no bueno. In order to live and breathe, music has to be interpreted somewhat loosely and in the moment.
The F Word: Frank Goes Out With His Fly Down
If you wanna see who’s looking at you, or more importantly, who’s looking out for you, the next time you go out leave some crumbs or dried-up BBQ sauce in your beard. Or better yet, leave your fly down and see if anyone says something. More on this in a bit after these important messages: […]
The F Word: Censor-esque
There
are phrases that embody racism, sexism, abuse, and hate. And there’s no getting
around it. We consider some words so insidious that we only refer to them with
the letter they begin with.
The F Word: I Scene It – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
In the blessed trinity of Waits, Cohen, and Cave, Nick Cave is by far the darkest. There was some murmuring concern that Cave’s intimate intensity might get swallowed up in Toronto’s Scotiabank Arena. It turned out to be unfounded.






