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There's nothing that brings a community together quite like a free music festival - this one features live footage from the Stills, Sam Roberts, Maceo Parker, the Jazz Passengers and Joan Osborne.
First there was surf rock -- now Miles and Kyle bring us surf-ska.
A plea to the 5-0: "Please don't break up the party."
Sort of like running with scissors, but with added degree of difficulty.
Optimism trumps pessimism; remember that.
This season, Phish debuted a song called "Light." Related?
Nature, nurture, and a healthy abundance of facial hair.
A thoughtful take on the material and spiritual worlds.
Beautifully arranged and thoroughly modern Americana.
Yoni ponders his mortality, his fertility, and his... telepathy?
Yoni Wolf -- Yoni is pronounced "Yawny," but this is far from soporific.
Who are Brook and Waxing? Ask Avram, says Yoni Wolf.
Exene and John Doe would love this single from Baby Darling Doll Face Honey.
A little snarl, a little male-female repartee, and some bodilu fluids.
Dollops of blues-saturated thunder, RIYL the White Stripes.
A simmering, spacious howl of new British indie blues.
In which Himmelman means no offense to the people of Paraguay.
In which Steve and Josh from Pandora get called dirty names by Himmelman.
In which Himmelman runs headlong into rockabilly, but makes a caveat.
In which Himmelman debates the proper use of the word "lump."
The Britt Daniel-produced foursome prove their considerable live skills.
Fiends for rhythm, and big fans of the those toms.
The most pensive moment we'll see tonight from these gents.
Thirty years later, an answer to the Clash's "Rudy Can't Fail."
A harmonized twin-guitar riff kicks off a classic rock stomper.
A twin-guitar epic, all played fully live in one room.
SF's folk-rock supergroup is in fine form in the studio.
The mysterious vocoder-fueled psychedelia rises again.
Heavy, absurdly funny psychedelia with analog synths and a ninja on drums.
That guy in the mask really creeps me out, I can help it.
Violinist Mads Tolling plays both with Stanley Clarke and with this jazz-focused string quartet.
A Grammy-winning string arrangement of one of John Coltrane's legendary hard bop creation.
Chick Corea's Return To Forever piece gets a Turtle-strung re-consideration.
A modal tribute to the great, late John Coltrane by a string quartet.
A duet with Nina Persson, in which the role of Nicolai Dunger is played by Gentleman Reg.
A Swedish twist on country-tinged indie pop.
A defiantly anti-imperalist song disguised within an appealing pop hook... subversive tastiness.
One part Cardigans, one part Shudder To Think, all ideal modern pop.
Romantic disappointment translated into a mix of '50s soul music and Ramonesian directness.
A song that works quite well as a last-call, end-of-the-evening group singalong.
A band that aspires to preserve boyhood, and to create music that keeps the reckless abandon of boyhood.
Modern primitivism at its finest. I dare you not to thrash around to this.
An interpretation of a classic children's lullaby, but turned on its proverbial ear.
Inspired by the "Missed Connections" section found in the local alt-weekly.
The most playful political protest we've seen this season, featuring "Westernware franchising."
The story of a man with Asperger Syndrome who has an obsession with train conducting.
This Maxinquaye track may still be Tricky's best-known song in the US, and it's a simmering, sexy, trip hop classic.
A grimy skyscraper of a guitar tone amplifies Tricky's sonic arsenal on this one.
One of Bristol's finest pushes trip hop forward by infusing it with post-punk urgency.
The harrowing tale of Tricky's childbirth. His mother's childbirth, that is.
A squirrelly song from Milk Man, starring Greg Saunier.
From Mikis Theodorakis, circa 1967, to Deerhoof circa 2009.
A subversively deconstructed pop trope, with intriguing rhythmic counterpoint.
A spasm of sarcasm by the English 'gangsta folk' purveyor.
John Donne fans, roll up! Dust off the poetry volumes for this one, and look sharp.
From Survivor to the touring cast of Jesus Christ Superstar and back again.
Wait, wait... is Wes singing about... about US?!
Neo-jam band roots music about the Great White North.
New Monsoon's deep baritone takes on a tale of crime and false accusation.
A statement about the ravages of Hurricane Katrina.
This hard-touring live juggernaut sure knows how to harmonize.
How often do hear accordion in the discoteca? Kinky wants to change that.
The Prince-inspired spelling supports the case that this is a lubricated jackhammer of futuristic guitar electronica.
Four-on-the-floor kick drum + acidic guitar riff + hot lyrics = 'flirty girl.'
The lead single from the Mexican band's dancefloor-ready Barracuda album.
A heavy, Tolkien-esque rock thump about theophony and the harmony of the spheres.
Conrad Keely channels Shane MacGowan on this Irish-themed noise waltz.
A raucous, distorted, giddily optimistic song.
Noisy, epic, grand large-canvas rock.
Edgy, foul-mouthed L.A. rap that is unafraid to get its hands soiled.
If there's any chance you'd be offended, you might be offended by this one.
Loads of attitude dished over a classic soul sample.
West Coast rap hasn't gone away, it's just gotten dirtier.
Headnodic's inescapable bass hook driving a surging battle cry.
In which Raashan Ahmad breaks a new land-speed syllable record.
Jazzy syncopation held together with an engaging rap style.
A celebration of the old school that keeps it fresh.
The cheeriest anti-materialist screed you've ever heard.
An epic, widescreen paean to love and to the bells that stir the heart.
A thumping, intricate love song about love... that is, about loving love.
Glimmering, optimistic pop with a side of political intrigue.
The mix of Fishbone's adrenalized ska-punk with dark lyrics about domestic disputes gives "Ma and Pa" an unmistakable identity.
A gospel-inflected soul workout from Norwood Fisher, Angelo Moore and the other men of Fishbone.
A modern update on Curtis Mayfield's cautionary tale about the dangers of chemical overload.
Darkly fatalistic humor, political commentary, and sheer hip-quivering joy have rarely sat together so comfortably.
GDB's rollicking take on barrelhouse piano and early rock and roll.
The Southern rock road song gets a much-deserved update.
A churning, cinematic brew with bluesy singing.
The anthem of the Civil Rights movement becomes an elegiac jazz tone-poem.
A Rodgers & Hart song from the 1930s makes a great launch pad for jazz improvisation.
Upright bass, Fender Rhodes and brushed drums breathing new life into a Horace Silver classic.
One of Marcus Shelby's original jazz waltz compositions.
Inspirations: the Big Easy, mariachi, Screamin' Jay Hawkins, and a simmering sauce.
An upbeat toetapper about a dead-end job.
One part "St. James Infirmary," one part molasses-drenched character sketch.
The first song the Mumlers ever recorded, written about a sketchy San Jose corner.
You can hear why this song became a hugely successful single, with its immediacy and physicality.
This gorgeous acoustic ballad from MN has a quiet optimism.
A classic tale of unrequited love, but with modern technology.
After 15 years of persistent touring, Nathanson breaks through.
Super-fast bumblebee guitar fuels this pogo party.
Spastic energy, organs, and catchier than strep throat.
Nothing says indie pop like hand-sewn sweaters.
Delaware's finest pen an ode to Janeane Garofalo.
Not a duet with Soulja Boy Tellem, though that would be rad.
Mason reflecting on his salad days, when he lived across from a gas station.
A modern-day protest song of sorts, all about universality.
A love letter to New Orleans, and a story with a dark undercurrent.
Totally improvised, and scratched from scratch. Slamming hip hop meets the off-the-cuff inventiveness of jazz.
Alongside violin, trombone and marimba, the turntable is an instrument. Please welcome it to the percussion family.
The next generation of turntable wizards, inspired by the moves of Grandmaster Flash and DJ Kool Herc.
Mental, frenetic vinyl manipulation from the world's headquarters of innovative turntablism.
New Mexico is more of a landing pad than Washington State, but Say Hi begs to differ.
"Oh the midwest farmers' daughters really make you feel alright..."
An update to "Love Potion Number 9," complete with witchery and bubbling cauldrons.
A tale of promiscuous vampires and deception.
Hayes' breathtaking, unique voice brings to mind Nina Simone and Jeff Buckley.
A powerful sigil lends an air of mystery and otherworldly mystique to this helping of Americana.
Southern charm and odd voodoo hucksterism meet in an unlikely singalong.
Great American songwriting, timeless and direct.
This time we look into the club's ability to pack dozens of acts in during a festival like CMJ.
A look at New York City's haven for challenging modern music, shot during CMJ when St. Vincent and Bowerbirds were on the bill.
Sizzling feminist soul, fronted by shouter Jillian Iva.
A rebuke of the Hollywood lifestyle by Jillian, Becky and Kelly of Von Iva.
A rare moment of repose and shimmer for these brash women.
Strutting, estrogenated indie-snarl disco stomp.
A Japanese-language pop song that starts sweet and gradually ratchets up the tension and aggression.
Layered shoegaze inspired by the Cocteau Twins and early Brian Eno.
World-class textural pop live at San Francisco's Rickshaw Stop.
Atmospheric indie rock featuring vocalist Yuki Chikudate.
Chopped-up hip hop with intense subdivisions and manipulation.
Experimental DJ sets mashing up crunk and hip hop.
The booty, the beauty, the crunk and the tweak.
The sardonic, Dylanesque, sharp wordplay of Fred's finest.
Warm, literate folk from Down Under.
An Australian folk troubadour with a wicked, slightly lewd sense of humor.
Gorgeous vocal counterpoint, slide guitar, and a passionate lyricism seldom found in indie rock.
A Frankensteinian monster of a song -- rather, two songs fused together.
Who the plum is Dr. Vitus, and why is he sitting on my roof?
One girl, four prom dates = a recipe for ribald trouble!
'Tis a sailor's song! A sea shanty, mateys!
Never has the word "slut" sounded so strangely sweet.
A kiss-off song in the grand tradition. Don't let the door hit you on the way out, eh.
A Pandora staff favorite... "Burn It Down" is the first JF song many of us heard.
A full-bodied jam that brings together reggae and neo-soul feels.
Earthy neo-soul powered by a spitfire of a frontwoman.
Laura is a sunny native of South Africa who is also an expert in environmental policy.
Laura Reed & Deep Pocket are way into the soul classics, but bring flavors of reggae and funk along with it.
Hot bluegrass, beautifully played by these string-burners.
A woodchuck-fast ode to cheap wine and tour buses.
An acoustic jam band with a solid sense of history and humor.
Here is a good, old-fashioned string band belly-rubber.
Mes amis, you have longed for a song in French. N'est-ce pas?
When you think of outdoor music in a gorgeous natural setting, you think of Red Rocks. See where U2 staked their claim on America, and see clips from Augustana, John Butler Trio and Leftover Salmon.
A rich melody that makes a nod toward classic soul and R&B.
Tift jumps from electric piano to guitar for this beauty of a song.
A North Carolinian with a smoky, gorgeous voice and a knack with a folk melody.
Check out some real-deal, soulful Chicago blues with John Primer and Buddy Guy himself on stage.
Northern Kentucky's historic mansion that hosts bluegrass, blues and experimental rock.
This riverside mansion plays host not only to great bands, but to ghosts, spirits, and apparitions.
Follow Minipop, Elephone, Loquat, and other bands as they make their way to Austin for the festival.
Exclusive live footage from the 2008 SxSW music festival in Austin, TX from Lovelikefire, Mud and others.
Interviews and performances from South By Southwest 2008, the craziest SxSW yet.
Tour the nightclub where Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee and Richie Sambora hang out in the Valley.
This SF landmark has hosted everyone from Duke Ellington to the Grateful Dead.
51st & Broadway is an amazing New York corner with a great place for live jazz: Iridium Jazz Club. The night we went, the great jazz clarinetist Eddie Daniels was tearing it up.
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