Morrissey. Red Rocks. 07.16.15

Morrissey. Red Rocks. 07.16.15 The first indication that it was not an average evening at Red Rocks came as we approached the Upper North ramp. A man and a woman were being turned away because they had sandwiches in their bag. They didn’t have booze or drugs or weapons, they had something much worse…they had cold cuts. Meat is defined as… Read more →


Future Islands. Red Rocks. 07.16.15

Future Islands. Red Rocks. 07.16.15 “We’re Future Islands man, this is just what the fuck we do!” Truer words have never been spoken from the stage at Red Rocks. Sam Herring wore a joker’s grin as he addressed the growing crowd. Every drop of sweat that hit the stage threatened to combust as the man with endless dance moves marked… Read more →


Wilco. Red Rocks. 07.14.15

Wilco. Red Rocks. 07.14.15 The Black Crowes and Blues Traveler co-headlined H.O.R.D.E. when the festival made a stop at Cal State Dominquez Hills in the summer of ’95. Ziggy Marley and The Melody Makers also made an appearance on the larger stage, but it was earlier in day, as the sun shone bright above the Southern California Velodrome, that a… Read more →


Sturgill Simpson. Red Rocks. 07.11.15

Sturgill Simpson. Red Rocks. 07.11.15 “I listen to everything except for country music.” If I had a quarter for every time I’ve heard that, I would have a crapload of quarters. Even my mother, who literally grew up in the rodeo, couldn’t stand it when my dad would tune the dial to the country station. “It’s all the same song,”… Read more →


4th of July. Red Rocks. 07.04.15

4th of July. Red Rocks. 07.04.15 The decision to spend Independence Day at Red Rocks has never been about the music, at least not for our family. It has always been more about spending the day at one of the most beautiful places in the country. The Rocks are only a ten minute drive from our house, so the park… Read more →


Death Grips. Ogden Theatre. 06.24.15

Death Grips. Ogden Theatre. 06.24.15 “I’ve got the powers that B, running through me!” A shirtless MC Ride was marking his territory on the large, spacious stage in front of a violently enthusiastic audience. Zach Hill, also shirtless, was doing his best Animal impression behind the drum kit. Andy Morin (aka Flatlander) was stoically standing behind his station, while his… Read more →