My first encounter with the music of My Brightest Diamond was a track on a RED + HOT compilation. During the summer break, my neighbor’s teenage daughter and her friend used to hang out in my living room and spin CDs on my hi-fi. One day she brought over Dark Was the Night, the fifteenth entry in the RED + HOT series.
It’s been years since the Dollyrots played Oklahoma City. But fortune finally favored the city’s denizens: last April they opened for Bowling for Soup, a band they’ve long been associated with, at the Tower Theatre. Eleven months later to-the-day, the Dollyrots headlined at the 89th Street Collective. The last time they played
Here are the previously unpublished black and white photos from electronic world fusion group Beats Antique playing the Diamond Ballroom in 2012. You can view the color images here.
I’m moving the bulk of my Flickr photos to their new permanent home. Back in 2012 I posted some pictures of electronic world fusion group Beats Antique at the Diamond Ballroom. Here are the remaining color photos from the show. I’ve posted the remaining black and white images as well.
As part of my cleanup of my Flickr account, here are some photos of LYNX I took at the Diamond Ballroom in 2012. LYNX opened for Beats Antique during their Animal Mechanique tour.
This writer had only one official assignment (covering gritty soul-singer Opal Agafia) at the big outdoor stage on festival Saturday. Red Dirt legend Randy Crouch preceded her. Unfortunately, his set coincided with my only chance to eat dinner before I had to be back
I took the same medium format gear to the Pastures of Plenty backstage as I had on Thursday and Friday. I’ve already written about the facilities improvements to the outdoor venue. Unless you care to read about them, I
The biggest musical influence in Opal Agafia’s life is her mom. Agafia characterizes herself as a “lifelong serious shower singer,” saying that she grew up singing with her mother, DeAnna Smith.
I first met singer-songwriter Ken Pomeroy on New Year’s Eve, 2015. Her father, Skippy, builds racing motorcycles in the large shop behind the family home and occasionally hosts concerts on the small stage inside.
In my sophomore high school year, my family moved from the house we had been renting in the suburbs to a five-acre homestead in the country. Whereas previously we had lived within walking distance of primary, middle, and high schools, henceforth my siblings and I would ride the bus.