The 23rd annual festival of new films from New Films from Germany, Austria, and Switzerland opens Friday night.
The long-awaited biography of D.C.’s homegrown graffiti artist is at times messy and meandering at times, but manages to chronicle those trying years as thoroughly as possible, without ever coming off as anything but authentic.
Bad Brains: A Band in D.C. played at Silverdocs last night, followed by a late-night question-and-answer session with the film’s directors and Bad Brains’ enigmatic singer, H.R. Here are the highlights.
Playing an album in its entirety as a live show has been equated to a “slam dunk contest” at best and at worst, “a cruel perversion of a concert’s real-time magic.” The basic question being raised from such a show is, “if you can just listen to the album at home…why go to the show? What’s different?”
In the case of Dinosaur Jr., sheer volume.
By DCist contributor Sarah Sherman Let’s face it. On Monday night, if you walked away from the 9:30 Club disappointed, you’re a heartless bastard. At the very least, you learned a little something about one of DC’s best music venues, with a cavalcade of talents sharing memories all night. But really, you should have savored the 13 acts celebrating the 30th anniversary of a club built on bleeding fingers, beating hearts and aching muscles. And…
Henry Rollins remembers when this used to be a good neighborhood. Photo by Ben Swinnerton. Black Flag frontman turned globetrotting hilari-phizer Henry Rollins has been captivating audiences with stories of his travels for a quarter-century now. The onetime Henry Garfield first toured the country in his early 20s as the fourth and final singer of iconic punk outfit Black Flag, and has continued to write and perform music with various lineups of his Rollins…
And for his next trick, monologuist Josh Lefkowitz will riff for 85 minutes on how hard it is to be a 26-year-old artist struggling to write a follow-up to his celebrated show from the 2006 Capital Fringe Festival, lest he be forced to, well, get a job. Also, he loves his girlfriend, but once he became a success — Heaven forfend! — other attractive women started hitting on him. Yep, it sure sounds like the…
Editor’s note: The DAM! Fest concludes tonight with Cat Power at 9:30 Club. One of our critics headed out to the Historic Sixth and I Synagogue on Saturday and her thoughts on the show are below. Let us know which DAM! shows you caught and what you thought of them in the comments. Exit Clov: What can we say about Exit Clov that we haven’t already said? The overwhelming beauty and austerity of the Sixth…
A man walks out on stage. He sets down a bottle of water on the floor. Grabs the microphone, wrapping the cord around his hand a few times before clenching his fist around it. He then begins to speak, and continues to do so for almost three solid hours. Without a break, without even bending down to sip from the bottle of water he’d brought with him. And that’s a Henry Rollins spoken word show….
Henry Rollins once said of Glen E. Friedman, “…he was there at the beginning of so much cool stuff in so many different areas it’s not funny.” Too true. Friedman documented the genesis of the 1970s southern California skateboarding scene as a teenager, took pictures of pretty much any early American punk legend you can name, as well as most of the earliest and brightest hip-hop names of the 80s. But if ever there was…
