Everlast: More Than One Song

[Live Music] Not that you've heard much about it, but former House of Pain rapper-turned-urban-bluesman Everlast plays the Bar Deluxe (666 S. State) tonight; the show was moved from the now-defunct Paladium with little fanfare.

Local radio stations would have you believe that the ONLY song Everlast ever recorded was the maudlin "What It's Like," and it's unlikely any of them are even aware the man's in town tonight while they spin that tune for the fourth time in 24 hours. Here's a far cooler one, "Black Jesus":



(Bill Frost)

Bill Frost Will Not Be On Hand

[Music] ...at The Urban Lounge tonight when the venue transforms into Urban Outfitters to accomodate the increased cute-as-hell hipster presence inspired by Black Kids and, to a lesser extent, Cut Copy. Lesser extent because the latter act attracts a more diverse crowd of electronic music fans. Here's a sample of Black Kids. Totally tubular.



Also on tap tonight, The Swell Season at The Depot. I had the pleasure of chatting with Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova when they first came to SLC during Sundance, promoting their beautiful film Once. Even then, you knew they'd go on to bigger and even more beautiful things. This event probably should have sold out, but hasn't yet and won't likely. Way to promote Oscar winners, Depot!


(Jamie Gadette)

Blame Canada

[Music] Anyone who knows me understands I'm obsessed with Canadian bands that don't involve Bryan Adams, Avril Lavigne or Sum 41. It all started with Broken Social Scene, a massive collective of insanely creative and talented musicians whose involvment in the group is simply not enough. Every single one of BSS's spin-offs, solo projects, side projects, what have you, are just as good (and at times more awesome) than the mothership. One shining offshoot, Apostle of Hustle, returning to town tonight just months after appearing at the Gallivan Center's summer Twilight Concert Series. Not many people paid attention to the Cuba meets Toronto project. They were too busy getting drunk and/or anxious to see whether Peter, Bjorn & John fake the killer whistling on "Young Folks." Your chance for redemption lies at the Urban Lounge, 241 E. 500 South. Get there a little after 10 p.m. Do Make Say Think is headlining.

Here's some Apostle of Hustle to whet your appetite:



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(Jamie Gadette)

Gimme a Break!

[Nightlife] I received a lot of grief this week for failing to attend a couple of apparently mind-blowing concerts. All this hassling has got me thinking: How many shows should a music critic attend in order to maintain "street cred."

When I first turned my love of music into a part-time then full-time career, I went to as many shows as I could track down. In San Diego, I lived at Canes. In Los Angeles, the Whisky and The Roxy. In SLC, I endured freezing temperatures at Kilby Court and stayed up all night to see the very last encore of whatever band turned me on. Then I got a little older. I discovered cable and Ace of Cakes. I moved in with my boyfriend and started saying things like "After IKEA, let's hit up Smith's" and "Let's just stay in."

Which leads us to the present. I still love live music. For many local bands, it's the best, if not only, way to experience them (like Subrosa tonight at Burt's). On any given weekend, you can find me at Urban, Burt's, Bar Deluxe, Monk's, etc., checking out great SLC acts. As for touring groups, I'm just a bit more selective about who I'll shell out dough for (yes, I usually have to pay for shows too). If only cake-master Geof Manthorn would come to town. The best of both worlds!



How many concerts do you see in a typical month?


(Jamie Gadette)

Cut In Line: Concert Picks

[Music] Due to space restrictions, time restrictions and basic aw-shucks oversights, there always seems to be at least one great band that doesn't make the cut for our weekly concert picks. Looking at the weeks ahead I can already tell which ones will be sidelined to make room for others. It's not always about how much better one group is than another. Sometimes I choose to highlight an unknown over the current Big Thing, or a hip-hop act to round out the indie rockers at Urban. From now on, I'm going to try and post the overflow right here. Starting ... now!

Stop! Collaborate and listen. Vanilla Ice is back with, well, probably not a brand new invention but a break from the norm nonetheless. If you want to relive middle-school dances, are in the mood for a good laugh or genuinely like the Ice, come to Teazers (336 36th Street, Ogden) on Saturday, Oct. 27. Here's Ice defending his white-boy skillz against the steely-eyed Arsenio Hall:



And on Halloween (actual Halloween), myriad options await the brave ghouls and goblins who either don't have to work early on Thursday or love the holiday soooo much they're willing to brave potential hangovers and sleep deprivation to wear that slutty nurse/cowboy/cop/mustard costume one more time! Key picks:

* Salt City Derby Girls host the Rocky Horror Show at Club Vegas.
* Vile Blue Shades and The Wolfs play the Urban Lounge ... again.
* Little Brother and Evidence from the once-underground hip-hop group Dilated Peoples take the stage at The Hotel. This is perhaps the scariest option for unwitting music fans who've never made it past the Socko van perpetually parked out front.

And finally, we've written about them to death so all-female AC/DC tribute band Hell's Belles probably won't be appearing in the Nov. 1 Music Picks but that doesn't mean you shouldn't hitch up your kilt and salute those about to rock at Bar Deluxe Nov. 2-3.

Ditto for psychobilly Danes the Horrorpops appearing at Great Saltair with the great Danzig (watch for a forthcoming interview it leader Glenn Danzig in CW's Nov. 1 issue). Here's some HP:



Stay tuned for more cut choices.

(Jamie Gadette)

Also Tonight ...

[Music] And so the clusterfuck continues. Bobby Bare Jr. and Lucero are playing Club Sound, which is in In the Venue, which is where Liars, Interpol and Shout Out Louds are appearing. At. The. Same. Time. And no, it's not two-for-one so choose wisely.
Here's a little BBJ to help you out:



(Jamie Gadette)