Weaving through Denver Music, Art, Culture, and Life
Story by Theo Dahl, Photos by Merrick Walenski Mac DeMarco hosted a chilly evening at Red Rocks last Sunday night,…
Photos by Billy Thieme [slideshow_deploy id=’7957′] Modest Mouse showed Colorado how they’ve grown–and somehow remained the same–over the past 2-and-a-half…
James Mercer belied his twenty years as the frontman of New Mexico’s The Shins last Thursday night in Morrison in…
[slideshow_deploy id=’7038′] Photos by Sandisz Thieme Last Saturday, I found myself at Morrison’s very own Red Rocks Amphitheater listening to…
In January, ’95 or ’96 (who can say for sure?), after a Flaming Lips show that (despite the fact that…
Ween have . . . aged well (only too evident in Gene’s now-grey, newly short hair), and comfortably wield many varying musical styles with aplomb. Their tight grasp on the building blocks of so many genres, arguably born out of a deep-seated irreverence for all of them, has given them the ability to create true-sounding originals full of wit, charm and sarcasm, with mere hints of mockery.
Having seen the Flaming Lips some 12 times over the past 15 years, the question I kept pondering before their next appearance was “How are they ever going to be able to top the last one?”
Since their appearances on the side stage in 1994’s Lollapalooza tour – the last time they put on any type of “regular” show – the Oklahoma natives seem to out-do themselves on every tour. August 23rd’s Red Rocks show was no exception.
