Caitlin Rose comes to party, Jeff Tweedy gets intimate, Conor Oberst brings the intensity, Lucero rocks the roadhouse and Mavis Staples shows why she’s as timeless as Newport. Continue reading
Newport Folk Festival
John C. Reilly kills with comedy, Benjamin Booker rocks the fuck out, Houndmouth share their loving cup, Kurt Vile gets blissed out, and Jack White puts on a display of raw shredding. Continue reading
“I think it’s been a slow movement towards music that’s more melodic, with more dynamic potential.” Continue reading
It all sounded very adult and a far cry from the dude I’d seen light his pubes on fire at a lesbian bar. Continue reading
Kingsley Flood took some DigBoston disposable cameras to Newport Folk and the result is a total mindfolk. Continue reading
Go ahead and modify your definition of “imperfect” as you see fit.
Is this Western stuff coming across? Kinda what we was aimin’ for, ‘pard. Continue reading
Despite the fact that My Morning Jacket conjured up one hell of a downpour with some kind of melodic dark magic, the second day of the Newport Folk Festival doled out hearty portions of impromptu musical pairings, guitar O-faces and squashed rumors. This is the rundown of who we caught throughout our second day at Fort Adams. BOOM. Like a thunderclap.