Before I get into the stellar first day of Capitol Hill Block Party, I want to thank Nike for inventing the Nike Roshe Run. I wore those suckers all day and my feet, for probably the first time ever, are not literally on fire. Tinker Hatfield, I love you.
Before I saw PHOX last Sunday at the Crocodile in Seattle, I’d never heard the name. And now? Now I want to hear PHOX all the time: popping up in every romantic or heartfelt movie soundtrack, setting the ambiance of every café I frequent, playing softly somewhere nearby each time some new guy sweeps me off my feet.
When I read that the debut full-length Forever by San Francisco-based Painted Palms was recorded by cousins Christopher Prudhomme and Reese Donohue largely while they were living thousands of miles apart, I wasn’t surprised. There’s a distance in the songs’ productions that’s not quite cold, but with a certain chilly-on-a-sunny-day feeling that evokes summer in the Bay Area.
Sage Francis is one of those performers who keeps you coming back for more, time and time again, despite an incredibly annoying fan base. I’ve seen a lot of Sage’s shows and every single one has been marred by obnoxious male fan.
From the minute Jessica Lea Mayfield stepped on stage at The Crocodile last Monday night – the Seattle stop on tour promoting her 2014 alternative-grunge album Make My Head Sing – it was clear she’s being doing this her whole life.
