Got to poke my head into the studio during Scott Regan’s “Open Tunings” broadcast Friday to eyeball
French jazz guitarist Stephane Wrembel disassemble his guitar and the way I
listen to it.
The F Word
The F Word: Black market prom
Luchadors and velour dinner jackets: CITY Music Writer Frank De Blase catches sets by Los Straitjackets, Televisionaries, Brian Lindsay, and Pentagram.
The F Word: Mirth, monkeyshines, and beer
Last Friday night, I found myself at the Bug Jar. The joint was sold out to the walls. The crowd had successfully shoehorned itself into the venue to dig Screaming Females โ a ferocious band that punctuates its music with full-throttle vocal vibrato and howlinโ guitar.
The F Word: Our Lady of the Blessed Three Heads
In the latest edition of The F Word, CITY Music Writer Frank De Blase shares his thoughts on performances by SuicideGirls Blackheart Burlesque and Amy Helm.
The F Word: Muscles and Mascara
CITY Music Writer Frank De Blase recounts his experiences at concerts by Anonymous Willpower and Tammi Savoy, and a Sole Rehab dance party.
The F Word: Corn Hill can-can and Pentecostal caterwaulinโ
It was a gorgeous day this past Saturday at the Corn Hill Arts Festival, as I made my way through the throng to catch some bands at the Gazebo Stage. Vanishing Sun was onstage challenging the real sun as it dappled the crowd beneath the shade. Lead singer Zahyia โ dressed like a steampunk can-can girl โ had the […]
The F Word: Buckcherry and the jazz jones
After nine days and over a thousand miles staggered and stumbled throughout the East End, it was time for Frank to get some of the jazz juice jitters out of his joints and re-up the necessary amount of rock ‘n’ roll that runs through his bloodstream.
The F Word: Frank gets burned by holy water
Last Thursday, Significant Other burned down the Record Archiveโs Backroom barn with its funkified drive. People were on their feet, people were on each otherโs feet, people were on the tables, guzzling beer and wine and jumping for Joy, but she wouldnโt come down off the chandelier.
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 isnโt 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.






