Before we get to it, I’ve updated yesterday’s blog post at the insistence of members of It’s True, so go back and read it again if you only read it before 5 p.m. yesterday (otherwise, skip it).

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A couple SXSW updates…

Little Brazil will be playing the festival this year in Austin, according to LB guitarist Greg Edds. Venues and times have yet to be scheduled.

Thunder Power’s official SXSW show also has yet to be scheduled, but they have three unofficial shows already slated. They’re playing at The Parlor at 9:45 p.m. on Tuesday 3/16; Sonny’s Vintage at 5 p.m. on Friday 3/19, and the band is teaming up with It’s True for a day show at Lovey’s Loot on Saturday 3/20.

So as it stands now, Omaha participants at SXSW are It’s True, Digital Leather, Thunder Power, The Mynabirds, UUVVWWZ and Little Brazil.

More details as they become available.

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Tomorrow: Black Heart Booking and the rise and fall of The Hole…

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It was a strange, mopey night at The Waiting Room Saturday, or maybe I was the mopey one. The crowd seemed restless for a good time and you’d figure they’d get it from Eagle Seagull, who announced from stage that their full length is finally coming out March 28 (but they didn’t say who was putting it out, maybe they’re doing it themselves?). Edit: A reader pointed out that I reported back in December (in this blog entry) that the record is coming out on [PIAS] Recordings.

If the band seemed a bit listless it might have something to do with not having one of their guitarists — has there has been a personnel change that I wasn’t aware of or was he just under the weather? Or maybe their rather detached performance had something to do with violinist/keyboardist Carrie Butler, who looked sullen bordering on upset throughout their entire set (Or maybe that’s just her way). No matter. The music was the usual good stuff, despite the band looking bored and distracted (They say Fleetwood Mac’s best album was borne out of conflict.)

The chatter in the crowd focused on It’s True, who has announced that its having a CD release party for their debut full-length at TWR April 30. No one, however, knows who is releasing it, and now people are speculating that the band will release it themselves.. No one understands why this band doesn’t have labels nipping at its heels, be they local or national imprints. Here’s a band with a solid collection of songs that seems willing to do whatever is necessary to get the music in front of a larger audience. What more could a label want? Then again, it’s getting harder for bands to figure out why they need to be on a label at all, other than the bank and the marketing that goes with it (and certainly they’d like someone to pick up the tab for their recording). Distribution, which was a key advantage in the old days, is losing its value as more people quit buying CDs altogether.

By now, the story of Eagle Seagull’s multi-year constipation in releasing their material is well documented, which doesn’t make it any less unfortunate. They were a rocket left on the launching pad, bogged down with too many delays until people began to wonder whether the darn thing could ever get off the ground. If nothing happens with their new record, it’ll be another in a series of tragedies that seems to characterize Nebraska bands these days. No one wants to see what happened to ES happen to It’s True, which is why if the band decides to put out the record themselves that it makes all the sense in the world, especially in an era where patience is often mistaken for indifference. It’s True has to push forward right now, and should a label suddenly take interest in them, they can always release the album again. In the meantime, they’re hitting their stride, growing with every performance, which means there’s never going to be a better time to get out and share it with the rest of the world. (See photo).

Friday night was spent at O’Leaver’s with The Third Men and Des Moines rock band North of Grand. My take on The Third Men: Just about any bar or venue would be better off having them perform in some sort of residency capacity, say every second Thursday or the first Friday of the month. The Third Men play good-time rock music for smart people who recognize well-played good-time rock music. There’s something comfortable and familiar with their sound, which is probably due to the fact that the band grew up — and continues to — love good, unpretentious (and fun) rock music. It also helps that they roll out a few covers with every set. This time they unveiled a snarling version of Warren Zevon’s “Poor Poor Pitful Me,” along with “Next Time Round,” an Elvis Costello chestnut off of 1986’s Blood and Chocolate (That’s right, that record came out 23 years ago).

Chatting with North of Grand’s drummer Pat Curtis before their set, I was expecting a full-on punk attack, but in fact NoG has more in common with post-punk power rock than straight-up punk (and to me, that’s a good thing). Despite being hard with their guitars, the band isn’t afraid of hooks or cranking up white-knuckle backbeat rhythms right after a break. For whatever reason, I was reminded of post-punk acts like Bad Religion, Fugazi and Husker Du. But that’s just me. With four albums under their wing — all apparently self-released — it’s bands like this that epitomize the DIY business approach that every band will have to adopt sooner or later. Just ask It’s True. (See photo of North of Grand).

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Briefly, Mastodon announced its spring tour this morning, and Omaha’s Sokol Hall is on the list for May 14.

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Alt country band Dr. Dog returns to The Waiting Room tonight with The Growlers. $12, 9 p.m. I’m told TWR is one of their favorite venues. Since they haven’t been here since Sept. 2008, they’re in for a surprise.

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It was a pseudo “goth night” at The Waiting Room last night, which meant plenty of the expected costuming (heavy eyeliner (men and women), dyed-black hair, the usual). None of it got in the way, and to be honest, the style of music for the first two bands didn’t really fit the vibe.

Opening band Blue Rosa’s lead singer had sort of a Lilith Fair lilt to her voice, which either compliments or clashes with their post-neu-wave-ambient style depending on your expectations. It was kind of like listening to Sarah McLachlan front The Cocteau Twins with a cello accoutrement (and I could have used more of that cello in the mix). It was pleasant, but not particularly threatening. Not bad, but these guys need to turn it up. See photo.

Dim Light played as a four-piece and sounded like a leather burlesque show held in an anonymous Manhattan basement club; there’s something dirty and decadent about their brazen swing that teeters so close to out of control. One fellow patron told me that he thought frontman Cooper Moon was trying to channel Nick Cave. Maybe so. I’ve compared him to Mark Lanegan before, and I stand by it, though last night’s performance seemed more lucid and coherent than anytime I’ve seen them in the past. They’re ready for prime time. (See photo)

Strap On Halo didn’t go on until about a quarter to midnight, so I only caught a couple of their songs, which sounded like attempts at throbbing industrial meets metal played to a drum machine. Lots of lights and smoke; I guess this is where the goth came in.

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Lots going on this weekend. Tonight you have Matt Wilson from Trip Shakespeare reinventing himself as The Twilight Hours at The Waiting Room. Matt Whipkey is opening. $10, 9 p.m. Me, I’ll be getting my drink on at O’Leaver’s where The Third Men are headlining tonight with North of Grand and At Land (ex-Fizzle Like a Flood). $5, 9:30 p.m.

Tomorrow night, It’s True headlines at The Waiting Room with amazing Lawrence band Cowboy Indian Bear and Lincoln heroes Eagle Seagull. $7, 9 p.m. Meanwhile, there’s a solid punk show down at The Hole, 715 So. 16th St,. headlined by Dead Town Revival and including Redo, Cordial Spew, Officially Terminated, The Upsets and The Brigandines. $5, 7 p.m.

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It’s only the beginning of February, but I’m already making plans for the South by Southwest Music Festival in Austin, which isn’t until March 17. Yesterday, Jason Kulbel at Saddle Creek Records told me that his label will again host a showcase at the event. The deets:

Location: Maggie Mae’s Gibson Room
Thursday, March 18

10 p.m. The Mynabirds
11 p.m. UUVVWWZ
12 a.m. Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
1 a.m. The Rural Alberta Advantage

SXSW has filled in the earlier part of the evening with the following Nicodemus Agency bands:

7:30 – 8:00 p.m.: Common Loon
8:15 – 8:45 p.m.: Unwed Sailor

Last year I missed the Creek showcase as I was making a concerted effort to avoid all the bands that I see on a regular basis ’round these parts — what’s the point of going to Austin if you’re going to see bands that always play in Omaha? In the end, I still saw Cursive play a couple times at other day shows. Without a doubt, all of the Creek bands will be playing numerous times throughout this year’s four-day foray. Seriously, can you ever get too much of The Mynabirds?

Other Omaha acts confirmed for SXSW this year include Thunder Power, Digital Leather and It’s True, though I don’t know where any of them will be playing. More details as I get them.

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It’s an evening of dark wave/goth/gloom tonight at The Waiting Room with Strap On Halo, Dim Light and Blue Rosa. $7, 9 p.m. Don’t be afraid of the snow.

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This week’s column is a look back on Sunday’s Grammys — three-plus hours of my life that I’ll never get back…

Column 257: Child’s Play
The Grammys get younger…

Oh my, The Grammys. There was a time when they meant something to me. But that was a long time ago, back when I was working at K Mart and sneaking (underage) into The Depot in Council Bluffs. Back when bands like The Police and Michael Jackson dominated the awards. All these years have led up to last Sunday night’s Grammys, where I realized, to my chagrin, that I didn’t know most of the acts that were nominated (and I bet you didn’t, either).

Had I finally become what I’ve always dreaded becoming: An adult who doesn’t like music; an old fuddy-duddy who’s “out of touch”?

I contemplated this unfortunate fate as the Black Eyed Peas — a band that does little more than bleep out meaningless five-word phrases followed by “Yeah!” on top of aerobics soundtracks — received yet another award for best something or other for a song that we won’t remember a year from now. And than it occurred to me that I haven’t stopped liking music, I stopped liking popular music.

“Pop music” has always been the stuff that appeals to the great unwashed masses. But these days, those masses are comprised mostly of 15 to 19 year olds, the majority of the population that still buys new music, preferably online or at Wal Mart. It’s these consumers of the mass bile that, in the next five to 10 years, no longer will listen to music at all. That pleasure will have been replaced with watching television, listening to talk radio and following sports when they’re not keeping an eye on their kids.

Yeah, most people “grow out of” music, or more accurately, they grow out of the shitty kind of music that the mass media seem to embrace. They certainly lose the ability to listen to new music, forever lost in the soundtrack of their adolescent years.

I contemplated that unfortunate fate while shopping at Homer’s Saturday afternoon, where I picked up new CDs by Spoon (just okay) and Los Campesinos! (amazing). A few years ago, Homer’s end caps would have been filled with only the most mainstream, commercial-appealing fluff — i.e., what’s heard on the radio. These days, those end caps are stocked with CDs that you won’t hear on the FM, lazily categorized as “indie music” (that Spoon album, for example, released on indie label Merge Records, was listed as Homer’s No. 1 best seller).

Now out front, Homer’s “indie section” used to be a few feet of shelf space in the back, dedicated to bands whose music and lyrics were more challenging, more personal, and consistently better than whatever won the top prizes at The Grammys, but that rarely sold as many CDs throughout their lifetime as a Black Eyed Peas album sells in a single day.

Anyway, my conclusion: When it comes to pop music, I haven’t grown older, the music has grown younger, and dumber and more youth-oriented than it ever was when I was “their age.”

There was very little no adult content at The Grammy’s this year, unless you count the adult language used in the hip-hop medley. Watching the telecast was like watching The Nickelodeon Awards or some other kids’ show. The fact that powder-perfect Barbie Doll Taylor Swift, whose off-pitch voice sounds like she’s struggling through puberty, could be honored with the “Album of the Year” was amusing since her music could only appeal to girls in their late teens, and their parents who have to put up with it. It’s kind of like giving an Oscar to a Twilight movie, while “Tetro” goes ignored.

Pop music has once again been defined as being kid’s stuff. So what else is new?

But imagine this: A Grammy Awards broadcast that opens with Yo La Tengo performing alongside Beck, where Brother Ali and Atmosphere do a medley with Ludacris; where The xx and Phoenix front a huge production number with Lady Gaga and Depeche Mode, where Annie Clark sings a duet with Antony Hegarty and Kris Kristofferson, where Mastodon humbles Metallica, where Mogwai performs with the San Francisco Symphony, where Wilco shares a tune with George Strait. And where the winners’ music will be remembered 10, 20, 30 years from now, let alone next year.

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One local guy watching The Grammys last Sunday had some skin in the game. Arguably the area’s most talented mastering engineer, Doug Van Sloun, watched as Rhonda Vincent’s Destination Life, released last June on Rounder, was up for Best Bluegrass Album. Doug mastered the record, his first project to be nominated for a Grammy. Alas, the award went to comedian Steve Martin (yes, the arrow-through-the-head guy) and his album The Crow / New Songs for the Five-String Banjo, which shouldn’t be a surprise since Martin performed songs off the album on just about every late-night talk show. Still. It’s honor just to be nominated, right Doug?

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Now for something completely different: Next week, the star city celebrates its best and brightest at Lincoln Exposed 2010. The event, which is held at Duffy’s, The Bourbon Theater and The Zoo Bar, runs from Feb. 10-14 and features 60 performances from some of Lincoln’s finest musicians including Charlie Burton, The Machete Archive, Darren Keen/The Show Is the Rainbow, Triggertown, Ember Schrag, Her Flywaway Manner, Mercy Rule, The Mezcal Brothers and Pharmacy Spirits. Your $6 per night gets you into all three venues. For a full schedule, search for “Lincoln Exposed 2010” in Facebook.

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The Waiting Room is a whole different — and louder — animal when it’s not packed to capacity, as evidenced by last Saturday night’s show, which drew fewer than a 100 people. Walking toward the bar down Maple St. at 10:30, I could hear the noise coming from the venue as far away as Jane’s. Imagine how loud it was inside — but it was nothing earplugs couldn’t control.

On stage, Perry H. Matthews tore through songs from their upcoming full-length (to be released by start-up label Doom Town Records). This is loud, propulsive noise rock that chugs along with with serious, pounding riffage. I don’t remember if I’ve ever seen them as a five piece, with a dedicated frontman/vocalist. The guy looked the part, with a striped, sleeveless T-shirt and suspenders. Throughout the set, however, it felt like he was holding back. Though he could be heard above the band (barely), he needs to turn it loose if he’s going to keep up with what’s happening all around him.

There was no holding back Her Flyaway Manner, who I haven’t seen in years. The trio fronted by Brendan McGinn on guitar and vocals was spot on. Their post-hardcore sound reminded me more of Fugazi than the last time ’round — good, brutal stuff from one of Lincoln’s best. (See photo)

A few more thoughts on TWR: They adjusted the stage camera, so that the monitors around the bar are sharper, and are now in living color. While the room does seems semi-empty with only 100 people in the audience, it still feels less empty than, say, Sokol Underground or Slowdown’s big stage with a similar-sized crowd. This could be another advantage TWR has over other larger rooms — small shows don’t feel sadly unattended, though just having a crowd that gets off their asses and stands by the stage (as we did Saturday night) always helps.

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If you didn’t watch The Grammy’s last night you didn’t miss anything. I watched only because I intend to mention the telecast in this week’s column. It’s amazing just how far American popular music has fallen from any resemblance to adult content (unless you count the adult language used in the hip-hop medley). It was like watching The Nickelodeon Awards or some other kids’ show. The fact that Taylor Swift, whose off-pitch vocals sound like she’s struggling through puberty, could be honored with the “Album of the Year” among other awards, is amusing since her music could only appeal to girls in their late teens, and the parents who have to put up with it. It’s kind of like giving an Oscar to a Sponge Bob movie. During her performance with Stevie Nicks, Taylor could have used some auto-tuner action, and believe me, there was plenty to go around.

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What more could you ask for than Conor Oberst singing “Lua” backed by Nate Walcott on flugelhorn? It was one of the highlights of last night’s sold out Haiti Relief Concert at Slowdown. For this rendition of Bright Eyes, Oberst had Walcott on keyboards and assorted brass, Mike Mogis on guitar, Matt Maginn on bass and someone on drums who resembled a young Winona Ryder (at least from my vantage point across the room). Whoever that drummer was, she was amazing.

The crew played a couple new songs (that, or I simply didn’t recognize them) that will fit nicely in the Bright Eyes oeuvre. The best of them was the encore that roared to a crashing, epic finish. When will we be hearing this new material? Something tells me it won’t be until sometime during the latter part of the year.

I didn’t arrive at Slowdown until around 11, when Simon Joyner was on stage with his band playing a rather low-key set. In fact, most of the evening had a distinctly low-key feel, which I guess was appropriate for a benefit for such a grim situation. Tilly and the Wall’s set was less rousing than relaxed, especially since Jamie Pressnall no longer tap-tap-taps out the hits, one assumes because she’s still feeling the effects of giving birth to her and husband/guitarist Derek Pressnall’s first child.

That said, one band did manage to pry the roof off the joint. It’s True has never played a better set, taking their sound to uncharted waters. They were the band that had the most buzz among those I chatted with in the crowd. The consensus: They just keep getting better. They knew they were on one of the biggest stages of their careers (thus far), and they took full advantage of it. Wonder who is putting out their upcoming album?

An aside: I haven’t seen Oberst play “Lua” in a long time, and to his credit, he attacked it with the same intensity as he ever has, spitting out the lines almost with poetic disgust. Despite being his “hit,” the woman next to me had never heard the song before, and commented on how freakin’ sad it is.

There was a movie that came out sometime in the early ’80s that starred Paul Simon called One Trick Pony. Simon played Jonah, a guy on the downside of his career, balancing various relationships, trying to make a comeback. Anyway, late in the film, an award show based on The Grammy’s asks Jonah to appear at their ceremony and perform his famous war ballad “Soft Parachutes,” which is just the type of nostalgia trip that Jonah was trying to avoid. In the end, he does the performance, walking onto an empty stage with just a guitar. It’s a pretty song, a strong song, the kind of simple melody that Simon did so well and seemingly effortlessly (before Graceland). I think of that scene every time I see Oberst perform “Lua.” It would be easy to say that “Lua” is Conor’s “Soft Parachutes,” except that after all these years, he looks like he still loves playing it, as if he knows what a jewel he has in that song.

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Weekend’s looking busy.

Tonight at O’Leaver’s, OEA Award winner for best hip-hop, Conchance, opens a show at O’Leaver’s with godshamgod and Pharmacy Spirits. 9:30, $5.

There’s another Haiti Benefit Concert tonight down at The Hole, 715 So. 16th St. The line-up is Eastern Turkish, Cordial Spew, Living Victim, Youth & Tear Gas and Straight Shot. $5, 7 p.m.

Meanwhile, down at Slowdown Jr., The Killigans have their CD release show with Parting Shot and Cave Kids. $7, 9 p.m.

Saturday night’s main event is Her Flyaway Manner at The Waiting Room with Perry H. Matthews, This Life Is a Scarecrow and Bazooka Shootout. $7, 9 p.m.

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According to Slowdown major domo Val Nelson, here’s how tonight’s Haiti Benefit Show is going down: The first band starts at 8:30 sharp, and to facilitate eight bands in four hours each band will play a 20-minute set. The line-up again: Tilly And The Wall, Bright Eyes, It’s True, Simon Joyner, The Mynabirds, Bear Country, McCarthy Trenching and Brad Hoshaw. Val says that all money raised from ticket sales will be donated to Doctors Without Borders — http://doctorswithoutborders.org/. Of course, if you don’t have tickets, you’re out of luck as the show has been sold out for a few days.

Also happening tonight, Sarah Benck is headlining a show at O’Leaver’s with Adam Robert Haug, Pennyhawks and Mumfords. $5, 9:30 p.m. The amazing Blue Scholars are playing at Lincoln’s Bourbon Theater; $10, 7 p.m. And DJ Kobrakyle will be running a victory lap at The Waiting Room, celebrating his OEA award for best DJ. $5, 9 p.m.

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If you didn’t get your ticket to Thursday night’s Haiti Benefit concert at Slowdown featuring Tilly and the Wall and Bright Eyes (among others) you’re out of luck. The show is now sold out.

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Well, the bad news is I only got four of my OEAA predictions right. The good news is that about half of the artists I voted for won awards. As I say in the official review that will be printed in The Reader Thursday, last night’s OEAAs were a nod to performers who spent most of ’09 playing in local clubs rather than the hard-core touring acts trying to make a name outside of our little burg.

Gone are the days when Saddle Creek Records artists — arguably the most successful and influential bands in the area (and playing the best music) — dominated these awards. This year, only four Creek-related bands were even nominated, and none took home a prize, despite national and international tours for Cursive and Oberst, along with plenty of road work from the forgotten Ladyfinger. In the end, does it matter if a local band does something like play at SXSW? Apparently not to the OEAA voters.

Taking just over two hours for the entire evening’s production, emcee and chief yuckmeister Ethan Stone, part of the morning team at 96.1 The Brew, joked endlessly about the fact that you could actually drink alcohol in the Mid America Center ballroom — something unheard of at The Holland Center where the event had been held over the past three years.

A small army of wait staff delivered hot-plates of pork and potatoes to the well-groomed nominees as Stone rattled through the list of winners. Only a handful was allowed to come on stage to accept their awards Oscar-style. The rest had their crystal statues delivered to their tables, just like their pork and potatoes, where they proudly lofted their prizes overhead before the attention moved on to the next honoree.

The ceremony was quick and efficient, which was fortunate as some of the year’s worst road conditions lay ahead for the trek back over the river.

The evening kicked off with performances by Hot Topic-style emo band After the Fall and what would be the night’s big winner, Brad Hoshaw and the Seven Deadlies, who is down to just three “deadlies” these days. While the room lacked the sparkling acoustics of The Holland Center, it was more than adequate for an audience busy downing dinner rolls and Bud Light.

The evening’s first highlight was the “Lifetime Achievement Award” bestowed to legendary promoter and entrepreneur Matt Markel. Pacific Street Blues host and former head of Homer’s Records Rick Galusha, along with 89.7 The River Program Director Sophia John, recapped the highlights of Markel’s career, which included running Omaha nightclub The Ranch Bowl, launching radio station 93.3 K-ROCK, and creating BJM Studio and Get-Go Records. Markel, 58, took the stage in front of a standing ovation. He thanked his wife, Dana, all the bands that had played at the Ranch Bowl over the years along with “all the workers,” including those he fired. Despite having suffered a stroke in 2002, Markel looked and sounded in good health. “The stroke has been a blessing to me,” he said. “It’s calmed me down a lot.”

Then it was back to the awards, most of which went to a cadre of bands and performers known for their appearances on Benson stages. Brad Hoshaw and his band took home the lion’s share of top honors, including awards for Album of the Year for their debut LP, along with Artist of the Year and Best Singer/Songwriter/Adult/Alternative. Like a good son, Hoshaw went out of his way to thank his mother.

The night’s other big winner was It’s True, a band led by singer/songwriter Adam Hawkins, which picked up crystal obelisks for Best New Artist and Best Indie / Alternative.

The OEAAs ventured off the Benson reservation only a few times, most notably for the Best Rock award, which went to Goner Records artist Box Elders, and Best Hip Hop, which went to I’m Drinkin’ This recording artist Conchance.

One of the evening’s bigger surprises was the Best DJ Award, which went to Kyle Richardson a.k.a. DJ Kobraklye, who is probably most well known for spinning tracks at Gunk nights at The Waiting Room in Benson.

So was the lack of Creek representation this year a sign of a pull-back in Saddle Creek output (the label released nationally distributed albums by four local artists in ’09) or have the OEAAs’ voters simply become more focused on local bands that play regularly at local clubs?

Only one winning act — Box Elders — has spent more than a month on the road touring in ’09. The rest of the winners — either by choice or due to the financial realities involved with touring — spent most of last year close to home.

Here’s the list of this year’s winners:

Best Rock — Box Elders
Best Hard Rock — Paria
Best Alternative/Indie — It’s True
Best Singer-Songwriter/Adult Alternative — Brad Hoshaw & The Seven Deadlies
Best DJ — Kyle Richardson a.k.a. DJ Kobraklye
Best Folk/Roots/Americana/Bluegrass — Filter Kings
Best Soul and R&B — Satchel Grande
Best Hip-Hop/Rap — Conchance
Best Gospel — Salem Baptist Voices Of Victory
Best Blues — Matt Cox
Best Jazz/Standards/Easy Listening — Luigi Waites
Best Ethnic/World Music — The Turfmen
Best Cover Band — Secret Weapon
Album Of The Year — Brad Hoshaw & The Seven Deadlies, self titled
Best New Artist — It’s True
Artist Of The Year — Brad Hoshaw & The Seven Deadlies

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Bright Eyes has been added to the line-up for this Thursday Haiti Benefit show at Slowdown. The already-packed line-up includes Tilly and the Wall, The Mynabirds, It’s True, Simon Joyner, Bear Country and McCarthy Trenching. Tix are still available here for $15. Get them while you can.

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Hey, there were a couple updates over the weekend, including a detailed review of the newly remodeled Waiting Room, so scroll down!

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