Showing posts with label Joan Jett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joan Jett. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Festival Photos | Riot Fest Chicago 2013

Joan Jett | All photos by Agatha Donkar

Have you ever stopped and thought to yourself, it's Friday night, I think I'll go see Bad Religion and Joan Jett? No? Well, let me tell you what: after attending Chicago's Riot Fest 2013, I can recommend thinking that as something to do on a Friday night. That's how I kicked off my photographing of Riot Fest, and it was a fitting opening to a festival that was full of loud guitars, louder guitars, badass rock and roll ladies -- Joan Jett! Exene Cervenka! Debbie Harry! -- badass rock and roll 20-something dudes and badass rock and roll 50-something dudes.

Saturday had perfect fall sunny weather; Sunday it poured on most of the day. Both days and Friday night I had fun at every set I shot: Bad Religion, Joan Jett, Fall Out Boy (now with extra Stanley Cup, as you may have seen), Surfer Blood, X, The Devil Wears Prada, Dinosaur Jr, Devotchka, Blondie, Violent Femmes, Chuck Ragan, Reggie & the Full Effect, Mission of Burma, & Against Me!. Riot Fest rocked hard; where Hopscotch has meticulously maintained mustaches, Riot Fest has meticulously curated mohawks.

I can't convey how much fun it was to spend the weekend photographing nothing but hard rocking bands full electric guitars. I love boys with banjos and girls with acoustic guitars; I love them a lot. I love rock and roll, too, turned up to 11, and that's what Riot Fest gave me in Humboldt Park this past weekend: rock and freaking roll.

Full set is here on Flickr, but scroll down to check out the highlights.

Reggie & the Full Effect

Bad Religion

Violent Femmes

Against Me!

Fall Out Boy

X

Dinosaur Jr

DeVotchKa

Blondie

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Festival Preview | RiotFest Chicago

Photo by Agatha Donkar

There's bands on the RiotFest Chicago -- in its 9th year -- that everyone is going to see; you don't need me to tell you about them. Pixies, The Dismemberment Plan, Bob Mould, Public Enemy, Blondie. The Replacements.

(And frankly, if you're not going to RF to see the Replacements, we have to have a long conversation, in which you can buy me whiskey, while I explain why you are going to see the Replacements at RiotFest. You are also probably 22 years old, and that's okay.)

But there are plenty of bands on the lineup that you might not be going to see, and this is the officially endorsed SiC Make Sure You See Them lineup for this weekend's outdoor festival of punks, grown-up punks, old punks, and people who like good music, with a bonus choice for each night's You Might Skip Them, But Don't.

Friday:

Dessa
Saul Williams
Andrew W.K.
Joan Jett
Danzig

You Might Skip Them, But Don't: Fall Out Boy. I know, you guys. I know. But I saw Fall Out Boy play DC's legendary, tiny 9:30 Club earlier this year, and whether or not you like their music, Pete Wentz, Pete Wentz's ex-wife, or the pop punk scene that built up around FOB, I can tell you this: they are a rock and roll band that rocks hard. I don't expect to see a bad live performance in Chicago this weekend, but Fall Out Boy, no matter what you think of their songs, puts on one of the best live shows I've ever have the pleasure of seeing. And to see them in their hometown? See it just to say you were there.

Saturday:

Kitten
Stars
Surfer Blood
The Lawrence Arms
DeVotchKa
Public Enemy
Blondie
Violent Femmes

You Might Skip Them, But Don't: Rancid. Their pop punk anthems are still ear-wormingly devastatingly catchy, and Tim Armstrong's abs are still incredible and he might take his shirt off.

Sunday:

Peelander-Z
Maps & Atlases
Mission of Burma
Peter Hook & the Light
Bob Mould
Best Coast
The Dismemberment Plan
Pixies
The Replacements

You Might Skip Them, But Don't: Chuck Ragan. Chuck has one of the earlier morning sets on Sunday, and you might be hungover and miserable, but you should get out for his punk rock folk song shout-back anthems. His solo stuff is as good as his Hot Water Music stuff, and it's worth seeing!

I'll be tweeting and Instagramming all weekend as @brandnewkindof, so follow along if you are a punk, a grown-up punk, an old punk, people who like good music, or just a Replacements fan.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Concert Review | Grace Potter + Tristan Prettyman at The Peabody Opera House in Saint Louis

Grace Potter | Photo by Jason Gonulsen
Writing only about what you know is bad advice, but at certain times, it's really all you have.

I'm talking about undeniable moments here, when you're completely caught in them, wanting to hold on for as long as possible. And a few of those happened last night at The Peabody Opera House, where Tristan Prettyman, Grace Potter, Gavin DeGraw, and Train played an "Acoustic Christmas" show.

But I only want to talk about Prettyman and Potter here, if that's okay, only because I'm not up to speed on DeGraw and Train, and music is about feeling to me (I will note that DeGraw gave an emotional, tearful speech on the recent events in Newtown, CT, and I was moved. So thanks for that, Gavin).

Let's start with Tristan Prettyman, who opened the show with a short set that focused on her solid new album, Cedar + Gold. I'll tell you that this album is important to me because of its words, and the times I sang "Say Anything" with a very special person in my life, who's now doing her own thing in a far away land.

I won't get into that much, though.

But I will tell you that Prettyman played "Say Anything" last night, and it's a song I've carried with me for months now, with its meaning being something different every time I get to hear it.

"You should listen to your heart, it's gonna tell you what you need," Prettyman sings.

And I can't express this enough -- if you don't have an idea of what that means to you at this point in your life, you will, someday. I can promise you that; especially in a world where darkness reappears, and we question why we're here, what we're doing, and what we can do to make it better.

"Say Anything" is a song for right now, and what you need to do in your life. To challenge yourself, to not just talk about being honest, but actually being transparent, in the moment, vulnerable as hell, facing up to pain, and in the end, loving yourself.

Have we forgotten how to love ourselves?

"Yeah, your mind was always moving, but your thoughts never made a sound."

 I challenge you all, wherever you are in your life: let your thoughts make a sound.



Grace Potter, who will be back in St. Louis with her band, The Nocturnals, at The Pageant on January 10th, was next, opening with "Nothing But The Water," another song for our times.

"I have seen what man can do, when the evil lives inside of you," Potter sings.

It's a song about starting anew, and Potter's songs talk about that same idea time and again. Listen to "The Divide" or "Apologies," the latter which was performed solo on piano, as gorgeous as anything live I've heard this year, and another song that I'll always carry with me; its mark on my life cannot be calculated, and is infinite.

"It's crazy, how love stays with me," Potter sings. "You know, and it hurts me, 'cause I don't want to fight this war."

Oh, but we must. We must fight the wars through love and fear, even in the times when it feels like it's "too late for a soliloquy." Because it's never too late for dignity. Or apologies.

Which brings me to "Stars," a song Potter dedicated to anyone who has ever lost someone, or has experienced loss of any kind. Things that slip away -- that's what "Stars" is; looking up at the sky, reaching for something -- dreaming of something or someone -- that exists in sight, but not in touch, or taste; it's an experience that will only make sense to you, and no one else.

"And if I know you at all, I know you've gone too far," Potter sings.

Here's how Potter performed "Stars" last night.



Potter later brought out one of the Nocturnals, drummer Matt Burr, for "Never Go Back," and an electric ending featuring Joan Jett's "I Love Rock and Roll," and "Paris (Ooh La La)," complete with her Flying V guitar, making you wonder how an artist who was just pouring out her soul, alone on piano, could possibly be able to flip the switch and make everyone in the room party and dance.

Crazy, right?

Yeah, it's crazy. It's crazy, how love stays with me.