The country singer-songwriter honky-tonks into New Orleans
The range of singers Dwight Yoakam evokes on his latest album, Second Hand Heart — from preserved-in-formaldehyde Mick Jagger ("Off Your Mind") to kiln-fired Richard Buckner ("Dreams of Clay") — spans a time frame as wide and deep as Yoakam's 58 years. Chronology notwithstanding, it seems more appropriate to say they evoke him.
The unsung pioneers of R&B, rockabilly and more at the annual festival
Over its 13 years — 12 more than founder Ira "Dr. Ike" Padnos might have expected — the Ponderosa Stomp has expanded and contracted, relocated and returned; bade farewell to spring and ushered in fall; made a Circle Bar hop from the Rock 'n' Bowl to House of Blues, The Howlin' Wolf and back again. Participants have died and traditions been born.
Tweedy and company are the first rock band to play the revived Orpheum Theater
How did Wilco — if not milquetoast, then among the least objectionable rock bands ever — become a lightning rod of controversy and the rebellious wrecking ball of a crumbling industry? It goes beyond Jeff Tweedy's mirror-image career end zones, the extremes of mythologized Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (2002) and maligned Sky Blue Sky (2007), but the inner folds of those fortune-shifting origami games are as good a place to start as any.
Chelsea Wolfe's middle name is Joy, as in enjoy the irony. The Sacramento-born hellion's label debut came in 2010 with the illustrative The Grime and the Glow; nine months later, she delivered the omen that got her noticed, Apokalypsis, a botched exorcism that nods in multiple directions as it nods off: reptilian metal-molting, dissonant '90s sound gardens, ectoplasmic trip-hop and black-nailed, blank-eyed goth rock.