As any musician who takes the stage with some regularity will tell you—if they’re honest enough to admit it—every so often, through some bad karmic collision of foul serendipity, the stage of the moon, and sheer numerical odds, the band will play a set where everything falls apart, and, regardless o
Though they seldom are as cheesy as the pre-concert prayer circle/ affirmation ring depicted in the Madonna documentary “Truth or Dare,” every band has its pre-show rituals. They’re often treated as a joke.
As noted prior to yesterday’s short self-promotional blog blurb and mentioned in my Desert Island Jukebox pick on last week’s “Sound Opinions,” I’ve spent the tail end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011 in moving hell.
Every musician wants his or her music to be heard by as many people as possible, and to that end, one of the big advantages for bands in Chicago is that the city is within easy striking distance of so many other Midwestern burgs.
When you’re playing a three or four-band club bill, every slot has its advantages and its disadvantages.The headliner is, of course, the headliner, and therefore considered the best or most important band of the evening, though the downside if that’s your role is that you’r