Lookin’ for these? Rare tickets (from 2015) It’s the annual hot spot for music-philes: the Newport Folk Fest. But, tragically, tickets are sold out. What’s a Flight of the Conchords fan to do? First: -If you can’t get in, there are Aftershows in downtown Newport. Even though it’s often for one musician, Newport is notorious for having several guests from the Festival. The Aftershows are often a mini-Folk Fest in and of themselves (with Deer Tick a frequent flier). To do: follow Newport Folk Festival on Facebook/Twitter, or sign up for their mailing list (www.newportfolk.org). Keep in mind, seating is very limited at these venues,Read More →

We’re sorry! We’re slackers! But here’s vital voting information for New Englanders looking to vote in the Republican (or Democratic) Primaries. YOU NEED TO REGISTER TO VOTE, AAAAACK! In order of soonest to latest: MA: Register by Feb 10th, 8pm Eastern. That’s tomorrow! ME: Register by Feb 19th VT: Register by Feb 24th RI: Register by March 27th CT: Register by April 21 Keep in mind, if you want to choose between Bernie or Hillary, most states you have to register as Democrat, or can register as Independent. Play it safe, register Democrat if that’s who you want to vote for. You’re not committed toRead More →

Speak softly and carry a large guitar. Guthrie, Woody. Almost 30 years ago, a crazy old coot of a politician recorded some protest songs from the 60s. Armed with static-prone hair, no musical talent, and an uncanny ability to point in the air with his finger while talking, he gathered some local state musicians who, apparently, were immune to common sense. Not realizing that mixing politics – and specifically, politicians – in music is not dissimilar to mixing (often crude) oil in water, these brave artists soldiered on with their labors and produced some of the least-known independently released covers ever to grace this country.Read More →

As appears in the collection, The Keeper of Dreams. Painting courtesy of Dylan Kubic, @flaeschama on Instagram. Happy Holidays!-Mgmt The tour bus groaned to a halt; the troubadour kicked back in his seat and looked out the window. Cars passed by in the southern heat; the air conditioner kept blowing against a few loose papers. He opened the fridge and poured another cup of lemonade. “This damned heat,” he said. His tour manager nodded and returned to his phone. The troubadour sighed. The guitar from last night still rung in his ears. It was true: he was old. Even worse, he was famous: he couldn’tRead More →