Category Archives: Black Cat

And I Am Not Lying: My You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown co-star Jeff Simmermon is recording a comedy album at the Black Cat tonight.

jeff_s_22My boyhood chum Jeff Simmermon is recording his debut comedy album tonight at the Black Cat. I wrote about him for today’s Washington City Paper. 

Blatantly Pornographic: A.C. Newman and Five Other People at the Black Cat


Why not introduce the band, Carl? Reviewed for Post Rock.

A. C. Newman at the Black Cat, Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Setlist

01 There Are Maybe Ten or Twelve
02 Miracle Drug
03 Like a Hitman, Like a Dancer
04 Prophets
05 Secretarial
06 The Heartbreak Rides
07 The Cloud Prayer
08 The Palace at 4 a.m.
09 All of My Days and All of My Days Off
10 Young Atlantis
11 Drink to Me, Babe, Then
12 The Collected Works
13 The Changeling (Get Guility)
14 Submarines of Stockholm
15 On the Table


16 Come Crash
17 The Town Halo

Rave On!


Sarin Foo and Sun Rose Wagner, reviewed in today’s Paper of Record.

I interviewed one of my heroes today.  That’s never happened before.  Watch this space for details!

Binky Griptite didn’t lie.

sharon_brown-dress.jpgSharon Jones was as great as he promised she’d be when he took the stage with the Dap Kings in advance of her arrival at the Black Cat Thursday night.  My DCist write-up was just a quickie, but sometimes that’s all you need — or all you have time to write.   For a more thorough, eloquent account, check Monsieur du Lac’s review in Saturday’s Paper of Record. 

I’ve already downloaded Binky’s Christmas single, “Stoned Soul Christmas” b/w “World of Love.”  The former, at least, will definitely make my 2008 Christmas compilation

The Electric Version


. . . of my Georgie James review from today’s Paper of Record.

Retro-pop duo Georgie James are a cinch for the short list of DC’s most promising bands: Their full-length debut, “Places,” is so addictive a confection it ought to be covered by the Controlled Substances Act, and their concerts have been hailed far beyond the District. So the notable awesomeness deficit of their headlining set at the Black Cat Friday night is a bit of a mystery.

Call it “A Homecoming, Sort Of.” At what doe-eyed, honey-voiced singer/keys player Laura Burhenn said was their first hometown gig since their album’s September release, the band — core members Burhenn and singer/multi-instrumentalist John Davis, plus live ringers Andrew Black (drums), Paul Michel (guitar, vocals), and Michael Cotterman (bass; also a Washington Post employee, we must tell you) — served up 45 affable minutes of 70s-inflected sonic sunshine, ably recreating the Paul McCartney-esque hooks, Paul Simon-esque harmonies, and Paul Weller-esque grooves of their record. But there was no added urgency, or humor, or grit, or any of the qualities that, when present, make a live show superior to listening at home.

To be fair, the largely (and typically) indifferent Black Cat crowd might not have been seeing their local heroes at full strength: Last month, the band cancelled 10 shows due to illness on Davis’s part. That said, both halves of Georgie James were in fine voice; Burhenn, especially, showing off a becoming vocal huskiness that gave “Cake Parade” and “Long Week” a smokier feel than their recorded incarnations.

For all their unber-hummable tunes and irreproachible chops, Georgie James were at a disadvantage, going on after Aqueduct, a Seattle-based novelty act that can’t begin to approach the Davis/Burhenn partnership’s level of songcraft, but could teach them a thing or four about how to rock a crowd. Maybe they can give each other lessons.

A Little Bit Country, a Little Bit Rock and Roll

Morning, all. My review of the reconvened Meat Puppets’ set at the Black Cat Sunday night is in today’s Paper of Record.