I'm trying to understand the kids, you know. And the easiest way is through their music. The band a kid digs now is like a tell; a window into his future. The child who gravitates to music for its intricacies, beauty, and soul --- as opposed to being told what to like --- is gonna be a cool grown-up. The child who thinks Paris Hilton can sing or P Diddy is talented... there's no hope. The kids who packed Water Street Music Hall last Tuesday were no doubt enamored with Senses Fail. And because the band is flexing past

One of the few remaining Delta blues masters is gone. Robert Lockwood, Jr. passed away Monday, November 20, in Cleveland. He was 91. Born in Turkey Scratch, Arkansas (just outside Helena) in 1915, Lockwood grew up in an area that yielded other Delta greats. At age 11 Lockwood learned guitar from the legendary, enigmatic Robert Johnson, who was living with Lockwood's mother at the time. Lockwood played with Johnson and others at juke joints, fish fries, and street corners learning his stepfather's style. Johnson's live fast, die young lifestyle caught up with him in 1937 and Lockwood headed north.

The Cheetah Whores singer Liz O'Brian oozes the kind of lust I like. She cruised a coupla gears over sultry as the band rolled beneath her at the Bug Jar Saturday night. It was definitely her party, if you know what I mean. There's just something about a woman losing her voice that sends me. The band is obviously a little new, still waiting for the music to tell it what to do. The various aspects of the group that dominate, however, are incredible. Joey Pitts is one of the most maniacal, unconventional, fascinating drummers I know. She doesn't play