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Paradise Lost — Bright Eyes from 30,000 feet…

Dateline, Providenciales. We walked between the red stripes painted on the hot tarmac as we headed to the loading ramp, a long line of tanned Americans leaving this third world vacation destination to return to whatever frigid lands we had escaped from, if only for a week. On a short hillside to my left, next to the tiny airport, was a wall of unpainted cinderblocks stacked in a stair-step row, a half-built...


Quarterly Report

We’re headed towards the end of the first quarter of 2011. If there’s an early, detectable trend in the world of indie music, it’s a subtle move away from “static-y, vibe bands” (as one local genius put it) like Animal Collective and Sleigh Bells to more-classic songwriting. Music auteurs will confuse this shift with retro or rehash, and in some cases they're dead right, but the healing has to start...


Smells Like Noah’s Ark

The scene is O'Leaver's on a Saturday afternoon. How could a bar so fun and full of life in the evening look so bleak and frightening in the daylight? Flat, winter afternoon sun glared through the dirty windows, cutting the darkness where a handful of faceless people sat stooped over the bar, drinking and watching college basketball. The room's tiny “stage” in daylight was a patch of dirty carpeting behind a...


Found at Sea: How indie band Tennis’ debut was born on waves

While they were learning to survive at sea, the thought of making music — or making an album for that matter — never crossed the minds of Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore, the indie pop duo known as Tennis. The story began when the Denver refugees bought a boat in Tampa Bay and set off into the Atlantic, sailed along the East Coast, then to the Bahamas for the winter, then back up the U.S. coastline to Chesapeake...


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