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Live Review: M. Ward at the Belly Up, April 16, 2012

MP3: M. Ward – “Primitive Girl”
Full album stream: M. Ward – A Wasteland Companion

In between Coachella weekends, bands looking to capitalize on their downtime fanned out to L.A., Vegas, San Diego, and elsewhere. By some stroke of luck, San Diego got M. Ward, who played to a sold-out Belly Up crowd last Monday. Continue reading…

Live Photos: The New Kinetics at the Whistlestop, December 9, 2011

Photos by Chris Maroulakos

San Diego’s The New Kinetics brought their blistering brand of rock and roll to the Whistlestop on Friday night. Following an affable performance by fellow locals The Mashtis — who were celebrating the release of their new 7-inch A Canopy of Sundays — The New Kinetics’ rough-and-tumble set went off like a pipe bomb. Frontwoman Birdy Bardot cooed and wailed her way through tracks like “Riffle Raff” and “Cha Cha,” her careening vocals slicing through the surging guitars and crackling drums like they were butter. For their final feat, the band capped the night with an ambitious cover of “Johnny B. Goode” that would have stopped Chuck Berry in his tracks. Hot damn. Check out the pictures…

Book Review: “Life” by Keith Richards

Upon hearing that Keith Richards was writing a biography, my first thought was, “Wow, how can he even remember what happened, given his proclivity for illicit drug use and all-around hell raising?” Now, having finished the book, I am even more amazed at the vividness of his recollections. Everything is there that you would expect, including the requisite sex, drugs and rock and roll. But it’s the unexpected things in Life that enrich the reader’s experience and provide a genuine sense of historical context about how the The Rolling Stones thrived in the midst of such a socially volatile time.

Every man dreams of being in Keith Richards’ shoes at one point or another. After all, this man is the archetypal rock star: living a life of excess, denying himself no pleasure, and keeping the world perpetually at his fingertips. In recent years, Richards has become a pop culture caricature — a Hollywood pirate, an old dude who should have croaked years ago, the crazy guy who snorted his father’s ashes. There’s a degree of truth to all of those characterizations, but if Life is any indication, the man is much more than that. Continue reading…