Category: Photo Gallery

  • STS9 Lights Up NYC with Empire State Rooftop Performances

    If a band is going to perform on the rooftop of a building to nearly 3,000 people, and that rooftop is in Manhattan, then the show should feel larger than the sprawling metropolis itself. That’s exactly what jamtronica heavyweights Sound Tribe Sector 9 (STS9) did on their two-night run this weekend at new music venue Rooftop at Pier 17 NYC.

    An aerial view of Pier 17 during the show, taken by photographer Bill Bernal aboard a FlyNyon helicopter.

    The Seaport on South Street has seen an artistic resurgence in recent times, and part of that has been the harbor’s opening of a brand new live entertainment venue in August, Pier 17. The venue sits on the rooftop and commands breathtaking views in all directions. Musicians from Sting and Shaggy to Kings of Leon, as well as Comedians like Amy Schumer have graced this rooftop gem. But even with those big-name acts, the venue featured one of its most anticipated events so far in Sound Tribe’s two night run this weekend.

    Night One

    Peaceblaster’s “Metameme” kicked things off in comfortable and colorful style, as Tribe’s lights began to illuminate the New York City night in similarly cosmic, mind-bending style. Night one overall would be a well-appreciated offering of old school-style Tribe, not only in the songs making the setlist but also in the spirited feel the band found again and again through the evening, harkening back some of their best days of live performance over the past many years. Such night one gems as “Ramone and Emigilio” even with its relatively new style, and a first-set “When The Dust Settles Reprise” instilled some spontaneous joy in the die hard percentage of the audience.

    Following the opener was “Out of This World,” and its segue into “March” really helped the night launch proper. By the end of this nicely extended two-hit segment, around seven o’clock and barely twenty-five minutes into the show, the playing from the band was reaching top-notch and the energy on the rooftop reaching towards the sky. Over the last many shows this year, Tribe has been working in more drum and bass grooves into their live mix. Whenever the building energy of a particular song seemed to call for it, bassist Alana Rocklin and the twin percussion killers of Zach Velmer and Jeffree Lerner were given the floor to launch into energetic drum and bass sections.

    Several times over, the night saw Rocklin meticulously weave her bass lines into the percussive wall that helped to charge some of the great night one jams. On one such drum and bass segment at the end of a fantastic version of “Reemergence,” Velmer saw a furious moment across the drum kit, and made for arguably the most exhilarating segment of night one.

    Sound Tribe offered a banger of an encore for this first of two shows, with a “Water Song” that blended perfectly with “Kaya” to wrap it all up. As angelic white beams of light beaconed into the dark New York City sky, a gorgeous, liquefied, stretch of space linked the two songs seamlessly, with David Phipps leading on his pristine synth work.

    Night Two

    As the band took the stage again on night two, the iconic Brooklyn Bridge loomed behind, and a colorful sunset transitioned across the sky. The mood was incredible. Set one, which began with “Menacer”, felt like a jam filled donut, with the band seamlessly weaving new and old songs together. The high energy and sprinkled rap samples got the crowd going.

    “Menacer” segued into Peaceblaster’s “Shock Doctrine,” and the heavy, dark undertones and electric riffs from guitarist Hunter Brown set the tone for the night. “A03,” a new, airy tune, came next, and was an exciting one for the crowd to hear, because STS9 had debuted this song at their Red Rocks Run only three weeks ago in Colorado.

    “A03” segued into several classic Tribe tunes sandwiched together, starting with “Frequences 3.” This was not an ordinary Frequencies rendition, as the high energy Frequencies 3 was played first. The band smoothly moved into another older favorite, “Squares and Cubes.” The colorful light rig above the stage was dominated by illuminated squares and cubes, perfectly complimenting this song. Without stopping, the band continued into the mellower dance tune “Frequencies 2,” and eventually found their way back into “Squares and Cubes.” The band created a reverse “Frequences” “Scubes” sandwich, and the crowd was energized to a maximum level.

    Next up was “ABCees,” another older STS9 song mixing dark undertones and reggae samples, and included another drum and bass section. “Strange Games,” was next, and utilized both Outkast lyrics and melodies from their own song “Get Loud.” The band closed the first set by transitioning into “When The Dust Settles,” which included lyrics from “Games”.

    After a short break, the band returned with another newer song “Spending Time,” which they debuted at their recent New Years show. This segued into Peaceblaster’s “Beyond Right Now,” and also included a crowd-pleasing drum and bass section.  The quintessential “Moonsocket” followed, and has evolved significantly since the Interplanetary Escape Vehicle release in 1998. “Moonsocket” included a longer jam that did not disappoint. The band changed gears with three new songs, “Dragon City,” “New Dawn, New Day”, and “Seed.” “Seed” segued into the fan favorite “Rent,” teasing “When the Dust Settles.”

    STS9 ended their two-night run at Pier 17 on a high note, before returning to play one more song before the 10 pm curfew. They sent their fans home happy with an energetic version of yet another classic offering, “Be Nice.” 

       

  • Photo Gallery: Lark Fest

    Albany’s Lark Fest 2018 featured beautiful late summer weather and local acts including opener The Ryan Leddick Trio, Bendt, and Mirk who released their fourth album Sense the night before. Kimono Dragons and Victory Soul Orchestra w/ J.B., aka Dirty Moses, kept the crowd pumped for headliner The Age.

  • Photo Gallery: Perpetual Groove at Brooklyn Bowl

    Perpetual Groove brought their usual non-stop, southern style jams to Brooklyn Bowl on Saturday, September 15. Featuring Brock Butler (guitar, vocals), Adam Perry (bass, vocals), Matthew McDonald (keys, vocals), and Albert Suttle (drums), they reminded the packed house exactly why they skipped out on other awesome shows. One fan said before the show that he was skipping David Byrne for this show, and at intermission confirmed to that he had made the correct choice.

    Set One: Release>GreenTea>Mayday>NaiveMelody>OutHere>GreenTea>DetoxMansion>GreenTea, PaperDolls, OnlyAlways

    Set Two: AIM, Crapshoot, MOTA>Closer>RobotWaltz, StealyMan>BestOfAnything

  • Burning Man: a Weird, Wacky, and Wonderful Family Reunion

    Shortly after two in the morning, after a reoccurring nightmare woke me up for the third time, I began to wonder if my forthcoming trip to the Burning Man was such a great idea after all. It was late summer 2002, and for the third time in several hours I dreamed that I was standing at the gates of hell. (There was a seven hour wait to get in.) I had been warned for weeks about the withering heat and relentless sandstorms, and suddenly it dawned on me that unless you were born and raised in a Mad Max post-apocalyptic future world, the Black Rock desert of northern Nevada might be a fairly inhospitable environment that could resemble a trip to hell.

    burning man

    Riding shotgun in my friend, Daddy Vegas’ minivan a few weeks ago, I chuckled at the memory as I was about to make my 15th entry to the annual week-long festival. The face of the surrounding desert peaks began to blush pink against the face sunrise as I peered into the cracked rearview mirror of my mind. As I approached the beginning of my 15th year at Black Rock City I found myself in a self-reflective mood. The festival’s founder, Larry Harvey, had recently died due to a massive stroke. Losses have a way of causing pause, and then flinging us forward into the unknown.

    That’s what it had been about all those years ago-pushing myself, a budding Southern Baptist preacher at the time, through the gates of Dante’s Inferno. I had questions about my chosen path. There was the gnawing clench of my heart muscle that told me I was missing something. That the universe was a bigger place than I had previously imagined, and I had an all-too-eager friend coaxing me to a budding festival once hyped by writer Daniel Pinchbeck as “more decadent than Warhol’s Factory, more glamorous than Berlin in the 1920s, more ludicrous than the most lavish Busby musical, more of a love-fest than Pepperland, more anarchic than Groucho Marx’s Freedonia, more implausible than any mirage.”

    burning man

    “Come on!” she implored as curly dark locks danced around her impish gaze,” Go with me to the desert. If you still want to be a preacher when we get back, then go to it!” Of course, there was no going back. There never is for anyone, but I didn’t realize that truism at the time. All I saw was the cracked, bleached pavement of a single lane road leading me to an open-ended journey set on the salty dust of a prehistoric lake bed.

    As I look through the rear view mirror of Vegas’ van the words read that objects in the mirror were closer than they appeared to me, but inside I felt the vast distance of  a by-gone time. That first year of Burning Man, as many others before me had experienced, had changed my life. I never preached again. I literally became myself with each new year of attending Burning Man. My life grew larger as the festival expanded.  I found a new career in special education, learned to climb, ski, and mountain bike though I have a slight form of cerebral palsy. I discovered that I had a talent for photography, and traveled the lower 48 states documenting arts and music festivals. In 2015 I married my wife Greta at Black Rock City.

    The festival grew up and I grew up with it. When I first attended Burning Man there was around 25,000 participants and now there is over 70,000. The art structures are larger, more plentiful, and as beautiful as ever. The city is more sprawling with lit-up fire-shooting grandeur. The festival’s live music presence continues to grow as well. There were surprise shows from the Alan Parsons Project, Infected Mushroom, a significant funk/New Orleans jazz presence that included the Preservation Hall Jazz Band. But that’s not what brings me back anymore. I most certainly enjoy the eye-popping sights and gaudy fashions. But I do understand the worry of some critics who say that in its size, Burning Man has lost its way sort of like a wayward itinerant preacher who is no longer certain of his beliefs. For some there is no longer any reason to go. For others, there never will be a reason to go.

    burning man

    Except for me, there is a reason. Family. Back in 2002, I and my impish curly-locked friend were invited to camp for that week in the Reno-based theme camp Gallavant with their modest, but still-sailing pirate ship mounted on a bread truck. That camp, as the larger population of Burning Man, is a varied group of doctors, electricians, artists, accountants, teachers, misfits, construction workers, wayward seekers, finders, anarchists, doubters, and dreamers-all of whom want nothing more than to find and create their place in an indifferent world. There are more posers, preeners, and naval gazers that attend Burning Man now. (The bigger the population, the more of every kind of folk you’ll experience.)

    Still, for many of us, for at least for one week, we reach across the wind-scrubbed empty canvas of our differences to find what binds us all together. That magic still happens out there. All these years later. I and my wife are still members of Camp Gallavant. And each year we return is a joyous reunion. Unlike my fevered dream, Burning Man didn’t deliver me the gates of hell-or heaven-for that matter. Just home.  If you decide to venture their one year, you might find that too. The festival’s impulse, at its best, is less Dante and more Laura Ingalls Wilder-if she hooked up with director John Waters. It’s all about finding family-a weird, wild, and wacky family for sure-but still, family.  So, here’s to all the misfits and dreamers who still believe the Burning Man spirit still beats deep in the heart of the sprawling spectacle of Black Rock City. Even if there is a seven hour wait at the gate.

    burning man burning manburning manburning man burning manburning man burning man burning man burning manburning man burning man  

  • Yo La Tengo Puts a Spell on Buffalo

    Thursday, September 13 saw iconic indie rockers Yo La Tengo settle into an evening within the confines of Asbury Hall at Babeville in Buffalo. With no opener the first set found the trio testing their footing with a concise selection of mostly mellow tunes showcasing Ira Kaplan’s whisper sung lyrics. In contrast, the second set wasted little time upping the tempo and intensity as the band delved into the more sonically adventurous side of their catalogue.

    Photography by Matt Shotwell / Strawberry Island Dweller

  • Photo Recap: The Magpie Salute at The Space in Westbury

    The Magpie Salute treated their fans to an intimate night of music at The Space in Westbury on September 9. The show was separated into 3 parts: full band, acoustic set with Marc Ford, Rich Robinson and John Hang, and then back to the full band. The full band consisted of Rich Robinson and Marc Ford on guitar, Sven Pipien on bass, Joe Magistro on drums, vocals by John Hagg, and Matt Slocum on keys.

    The Magpie Salute

    Before kicking off their Europe tour, The Magpie Salute will be on the east coast during the month of September. Check out their upcoming tour dates here – http://themagpiesalute.com/events

    The Magpie Salute – The Space at Westbury – Westbury, NY

    Full Band: High Water, Mary the Gypsy, Take it All, For the Win, The Killing Moon*, Everything’s Alright#, All We Need to Do Is Love$

    Acoustic: You Don’t Miss Your Water%, Sister Moon

    Full Band: Lay It All On Me&, Open Up, Walk On Water, What Is Home&, What Is and What Should Never Be^, Can You See, A Conspiracy&, (Only) Halfway to Everywhere&, Send Me an Omen

    * Echo and the Bunnymen cover

    # Rich Robinson song

    $ Marc Ford and the Neptune Blues Club cover

    % William Bell cover

    & The Black Crowes cover

    ^ Led Zeppelin cover

    The Magpie Salute The Magpie Salute  

  • David Byrne brings American Utopia Tour to the Palace Theatre

    David Byrne’s much-hyped (and rightly so) American Utopia Tour found its way to Albany’s Palace Theatre on Sunday, September 9, after six months of crisscrossing the country, with all the buzz about the set and production having preceding each performance. Byrne’s catalog of music was on display throughout the night, with 21 songs covering his solo work, as well as that with Talking Heads and with St. Vincent and Fatboy Slim, combining for a nearly two-hour performance with the psychedelic alt-rock of Tune-Yards opening the night. With a futuristic mix of electronic, new wave and indie pop, plus a lead singer dressed like a dystopian Supreme Court justice, made for an interesting prelude to Byrne. Forty minutes of pure energy and symphonic pomp was capped by “Heart Attack,” and paired nicely with the variety of Byrne’s music that would follow.
    American Utopia TourNature sounds over the PA filled the air as the stage was set for David Byrne. When the curtain opened, we found Byrne sitting at a table holding a human brain, pointing out the purpose for the brain in the lyrics of the opener ‘Here,’ an anticipatory introduction into the evening’s performance. Slowly, an 11 piece band, including six percussionists and drummers, emerged from behind the silver strand curtains that surrounded the stage on three sides, as Byrne moved into “Lazy,” which could have easily been pulled from LCD Soundsystem’s catalog. But it was the opening beats of “I Zimbra” that brought the audience to their feet in unison, like a preacher calling the congregation back from a moment of reflection.

    Following “Slippery People,” Byrne took a moment to recognize Headcount and encouraged everyone to register to vote, and then make sure they vote in elections, which was met by thunderous applause from the audience. The St. Vincent collaboration “I Should Watch TV” and “Everybody’s Coming to my House” preceded two of the most familiar songs of the night, “This Must be the Place (Naive Melody)” and “Once in a Lifetime,” the crowd singing along some of Byrne’s finest work.

    The band was introduced one by one for a slowly growing intro to “Born Under Punches” from the acclaimed Remain in the Light. Byrne’s solo work was showcased with four songs that followed, “I Dance Like This,” “Bullet,” “Every Day is a Miracle,” and “Like Humans Do.” Blind” took on an ominous feel with low stage lighting projecting a monstrous shadow of Byrne on the curtains behind the band, with a raucous “Burnin Down the House” closing the 80+ minute set.

    For an encore, Byrne introduced “Dancing Together” as a song with lyrics provided from Imelda Marcos’ own words and originally from a musical Byrne collaborated on with Fatboy Slim about the former Philippine dictator’s love of shoes and disco. A frenetic version of “The Great Curve” followed, with the woke audience moving to the enthusiastic Talking Heads original. Returning to the stage for a second encore, Bryne chose “Say Your Name” by Janelle Monae to put a coda on the evening, which shares the names of numerous individuals who have been victims of police and/or racial violence, including Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Sandra Bland, Amadou Diallo and others. It was a powerful statement to send the audience out on and left an exclamation point on an evening at The Palace.

    Byrne’s American Utopia tour continues with stops in Syracuse on Sept. 12, Queens on Sept. 15, and two nights in Brooklyn Sept. 16-17.

    Setlist: Here, Lazy, I Zimbra, Slippery People, Dog’s Mind, I Should Watch TV, Everybody’s Coming to my House, This Must be the Place (Naïve Melody), Once in a Lifetime, Doing the Right Thing, Toe Jam, Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On), I Dance Like This, Bullet, Every Day is a Miracle, Like Humans Do, Blind, Burning Down the House

    Encore: Dancing Together, The Great Curve
    Encore 2: Hell You Talmbout*

    *Janelle Monae cover

  • Pigeons Playing Ping Pong Flock To Buffalo

    The last Friday of August saw jam-funk favorites Pigeons Playing Ping Pong stop in Buffalo. After previously selling out venues in town such as Nietzsche’s and Iron Works and now graduating to the larger Town Ballroom, the excitement was tangible with the sold out crowd and the band’s high-energy funk quickly turned the proceedings into an all out dance party. A lengthy fall tour will be taking the band coast to coast, however, this is the last NY show scheduled until January 26 when they play the historic Capitol Theatre in Port Chester.

    Photography by Matt Shotwell / Strawberry Island Dweller

  • Albany Latin Fest Celebrates Cultural Diversity in Upstate NY

    There’s nothing better in the world than good music, food, and dancing to make an event successful. The 23rd annual Albany Latin Fest had no problem delivering on those three markers and much more. The event was proudly presented by the Albany Latin Fest Association (ALFA) at Washington Park in Albany, NY. The event was a cultural mashup celebrating the best of the best of the Latin culture and influence in the world around us. Thousands of attendees from all backgrounds banded together to destroy barriers and appreciate the contributions made by Hispanics in an international scale. With live performances from Bachata Heightz, Don Sonero, Cuboricua, and local acts, the event was one of the largest turnouts the organization’s history.

  • Photo Gallery: Halestorm

    The Albany Capital center hosted a triple-bill of heavy metal music on Friday, Aug. 3 — Halestorm, In This Moment and New Years Day — all of which featured a female lead singer. Halestorm, the Grammy Award-winning band out of Red Lion, Pennsylvania, may have been the headlining act, but it was a special night for Maria Brink of In This Moment. For Brink, the Capital District concert was a homecoming event for the Clifton Park native. She dedicated her band’s set to her family and friends in the audience.

    Check out our Halestorm photo gallery below.