If you’re one of those bah-humbug people around this time of the year, I get it. Thanksgiving was just a few weeks ago, and it’s already time for another big family gathering. Hopefully everyone has gotten over your brother’s latest girlfriend giving your grandma a piece of her mind about throat tattoos. Now, you can look forward to respectfully nodding through your uncle’s life advice while strategically avoiding the eggnog sloshing out of his coffee cup since you only own three nice shirts. Just me? If you’re feeling a little Grinchy, I have the perfect remedy: an... Read More

The Ogden has announced another fire lineup next weekend guaranteed to get you your funk fix. Pigeons Playing Ping Pong is headlining September 15th and 16th, bringing the best of both coasts with them. They’ll be joined by Lespecial on Friday night for a late-night groove fest. Saturday night will be a dance party of epic proportions with Portland’s Yak Attack. Pigeons Playing Ping Pong is a four-piece funk/jam band from Baltimore, Maryland. Hatched in a dorm room in 2009, they’ve spent the last decade racking up over a thousand shows in 44 states. Propelled by a relentless work... Read More

I showed up because I was promised snacks. My editor coaxed me to attend a benefit at the Ogden Theater this weekend with the promise of a pair of VIP packages. Each was supposed to include One General Admission ticket Meet & greet and hors d’oeuvres w/ The New Mastersounds & DJ Williams Shots Fired Access to the VIP Viewing area Color Red Vinyl Package and 2 Color Red IPAs (21+ ONLY) I had no idea what a “Color Red Vinyl Package” was. I still don’t. I also didn’t see a single snack the whole time. I left my muggle job early (I work second shift) and wiggled into my concert... Read More

The better the band, the later they play. This sometimes-inconvenient reality dictated that the band I was going to see didn’t start until, technically, the day *after* the date stamped on the ticket. I found myself shivering on an ice-caked sidewalk at half past midnight, clutching a ticket and thinking seriously about the wisdom of late-night shows after the age of 30. The sidewalk was outside Pearl’s/Your Mom’s House, a bar/music venue that opened just about a year ago in Capitol Hill. A guy with multiple facial tattoos checked my ID (“Reynaldo” on the cheekbone... Read More