REVIEW BY IAN HRABE
Last night at the Granada, amid the smell of industrial-strength permanent marker mingled with various perfumes in a crowd of rowdy young women and their boyfriends, I bought everything Jenny Lewis was selling.
Scott Spychalski
Though I've always found the vocals on her solo records to be a bit too thin for her country-folk-gospel songs, by the end of the night I was reminded of why Jenny Lewis is one of my favorite female singers in the business. Her set featured an equa
I'm not sure whether it was Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler arriving in their limo to a gaggle of paparazzi outside of the Riot Room or if it was seeing Kurt Loder interviewing T-Pain on the roof of McCoy's, but somewhere between those two sightings -- but two incidents within a major-media-filled, celebrity-packed evening -- I realized, Man, the Pitch Music Showcase has gotten sorta big.
Then I realized someone had slipped peyote into Hefeweizen.
Forester MichaelClick on piano cat for sli