Some other shows

Here's a little more wrapping up:


One weekend I was in Massachusets, C decided we should take her mother to see Frank Critelli play at a Mocha Maya's in Shelburne Falls.


Angela Easterling was the opening performer. Her website made it seem like she was some kind of big shot, but nobody knew who she was. Her cover of Folsom Prison Blues was definitely one of the weirder things I've ever heard.



It was very red in there. It was a pretty neat place. They had bands booked well into the future and they seem to work pretty hard to support musicians.



Frank played with Rich Suarez and Don Horton as The Good Kind. They played well.



The Vultures played at Bar. I stopped by for a little while. I love seeing heavy bands playing through those dance club speakers.


Monitor and the Merrimac played at Cafe 9.

I really like his style. The sheer absurdity of it wins me over every time.


I saw a bunch of bands at the Green River Festival in Greenfield, Mass. Erin McKeown was my favorite new discovery that day. Neko Case's voice was just as amazing live as on record. Also, Buddy Guy seems to be completely insane. He would start playing a song, then stop to tell a story while his band kept going. His songs didn't make any sense. It seemed like he kept throwing in random lines from different songs for no apparent reason. And at least half of the time, he made a point of impersonating other guitar players. But he walked around in the audience and everybody loved that.


My first visit to the Puppet House in Branford was interesting. There were three bands, each in truncated form. It was a big room with huge marionettes on the wall and few people in attendance. The "management" didn't seem to mind, though. They mostly seemed satisfied that the performers weren't teenagers in metal bands. I suppose I agree with them on that point.


Ponybird was just JennD and Jae Sherman playing acoustic. They did well, though. I wasn't sure how Jae's guitar playing would hold up acoustically, but it was still really powerful.

The Mercy Choir lineup this time around was Paul Belbusti solo.

Some acoustic, some electric. He did some uncomfortably weird stuff and I appreciated that.

The Mountain Movers played as a trio and I think that is their best form. Leave the horns at home.

Still, though, I don't really like that guy's voice.