Last Friday night, while cruising around in my all-wheel drive, I found myself being pulled, being inexplicably drawn as if by a tractor beam to the Rosen Krown.
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The F Word: the neighbor of the beast
CITY Music Writer Frank De Blase catches an Aaron Winters photography show and a concert from The Iron Maidens at Montage Music Hall.
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The F Word: Parkinson’s just got a little cooler
I’m certainly not in the “we’re not handicapped, we’re handi-capable” camp, nor do I want to give Parkinson’s disease too much deference in my life. But my jittery friends Ozzy Osbourne and Neil Diamond recently added their names to the list.
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The F Word: Grandpa Presley
Celebrating what would have been Elvis Presley’s 85th birthday this past week, it’s getting harder and harder to keep up his legacy amid the fried banana and peanut butter sandwiches, and virtually everything from his square movie catalogue.
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The F Word: ‘No one will ever know’
“If All Rochester Wrote the Same Song” is nothing short of brilliant. But it isn’t just about the music. It’s about the community as a whole.
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The F Word: Ska brother number one
As a musical style, ska has its limits. Sometimes there’s not enough subtlety perpetrated by its purveyors…but as with Some Ska Band, sometimes there is.
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The F Word: A night for the blues
CITY music writer Frank De Blase catches some blues rock from the Allman Brothers tribute band Live at the Fillmore and local outfit Steve Grills and the Roadmasters — with mixed results.
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The F Word: Ka-ching
For the swingin’ side of things, I caught Big Bad Voodoo Daddy playing its holiday show at Kodak Center on the Ridge Sunday night. Though small in number, the audience ate up all the big bad voodoo the band could throw at it.
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The F Word: Deafening silence
Tommy Stinson was a quiet storm as he vacillated between righteous anger, subtle inebriation, and sheer showmanship this past Wednesday night at Bop Shop Records.
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The F Word: Blood and bar-b-que
It’s a matter of priorities, I guess, but I’d be hard-pressed to choose between bar-b-que and rock ‘n’ roll. I’ve always felt that rock ‘n’ roll is what bar-b-que sounds like; and both are equally messy.
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The F Word: ‘I’ve Got Rhythm’
With an appropriate amount of hometown pride and fanfare, there’s no way vibraphonist Joe Locke couldn’t feel the outpouring of local love from the capacity crowd at the newly renovated Little Theatre Friday night.
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The F Word: Watch this space
For over a year now, I’ve been writing “The F Word” for CITY Newspaper exclusively on the web. Through this scratched screed, I’ve expounded wisdom, swapped recipes, observed the absurd, and called bullshit.
