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Before heading to the Rock & Roll Hotel for their concert with Vetiver and Peter Wolf Crier, L.A. indie rock quartet Dawes drove to 37^th and O St, SE ready to play some guitar and sing some songs. When they looked around at the abandoned cul-de-sac in Anacostia and discovered that Georgetown University is located at 37^th and O NW (a mistake every Georgetown student’s parents have undoubtedly made at least once), they hopped in their tour van and drove back across town. Read More »

In the final scene of The Last Waltz, Robbie Robertson is sitting down to an interview with Martin Scorcese. “The road has taken a lot of the great ones. Hank Williams. Buddy Holly. Otis Redding. Janis. Jimi Hendrix. Elvis. It’s a goddamn impossible way of life.” “It is, isn’t it?” Martin Scorcese mumbles. “No question about it,” Robertson replies as the theme begins to play. This was coming from a seasoned veteran who had spent the last sixteen years touring with The Band, so it was surprising to get the same road-weary attitude from the young members of Avi Buffalo—surprising, but understandable.

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As we walked back from the radio office to Brock’s car, he asked me, “So, you mentioned ‘Fit Fixed.’ Was there anything else you liked on the album?” And before I could finish replying, ‘Electricity Through the Heart,’ he shot his bandmate, Anna, this look. This look that in one glance captured the endearing eagerness of a band putting out their first album. It was a look that said, “AH HA! We did it! Remember all those choices we were making? Remember when we chose to leave this line out and this in? Those were the right choices. I knew it!”

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I have to say that after interviewing Richard Edwards, the lead singer of Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos, I was expecting his nonchalance (verging on the drugged out) to lend itself to a pretty low-energy live set. Instead I got a solid performance, sonically charged and inevitably a little depressing lyrically. Even more surprisingly, I got a few fist pumping bros who knew all of the words to every song. Who knew that Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos had such a dedicated fan base on the Jersey Shore?

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Charlotte Japp catches up with Rolf from The Acorn after their set at DC9.

David Strackany, the man behind Paleo, seemed to be begging to be a contradiction. The artist who had once written 365 songs in one year, elected to write, ‘I do not exist,’ on the chalkboard to create his own backdrop. But it wasn’t one singular statement. He repeated it over and over again until its very declaration lost meaning and stopped being as much a Cartesian paradox as hyperactive, existential musings.

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