Though it was a brief encounter in a night of three, Exene Cervenka’s visit to White Water proved to be a charmingly intimate set. Exene, like someone’s spunky aunt bedecked in multiple rosaries and a silk apron, grinned and chatted the whole time, engaging in banter with even the youngest and the drunkest present.
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I can officially say that I have been mooned by Martina McBride.
Lil Wayne may be the best rapper alive, but that doesn’t mean he can charge $51 (or $66 or $76 for premium seats) in Arkansas and expect much of a crowd.
About halfway through his set at Juanita’s Wednesday night, Alejandro Escovedo told a story about asking his son what he thought of dad’s music.
Chris Daughtry has been a much bigger winner than almost all of the real winners of “American Idol.”
After two sets of understated coffeehouse-caliber strummers, it was a little difficult to keep my head up when Seattle’s The Dutchess and the Duke took the stage.
For the uninitiated, the Insane Clown Posse is a contemporary, impossibly dumbed-down rap version of Alice Cooper.
In his latest, most ubiquitous publicity photo, Billy Joe Shaver gazes knowingly into the horizon.
It’s hard to imagine this panning out any other way. Think about it; this time last year, Kris Allen was a Conway kid with a glimmer of hope at getting more than a few seconds of airtime on “American Idol.”
It’s not often that Little Rock has a chance to showcase its rave kids, an underground cult of disaffected vampires who congregate among the living at Discovery or the occasional midweek DJ set before slinking back to their glowstick-lit coffin chambers.
The Arkansas Symphony Orchestra’s performance Saturday at the Robinson Center under the direction of guest conductor George Hanson proved to be unique and memorable despite the standard all-German program.
Once upon a time, two blue-blooded, musically gifted brothers from Arizona started a band.
On Friday, along with a friend, I took an impromptu drive up the entire length of our state to sit in a cozy auditorium that wasn’t even a third full.
Early in the Gossip concert last Friday night, Beth Ditto asked her family and close family friends to raise their hands. Half the arms in the club shot up.
Torrential rain wasn’t enough to dampen the spirits of three generations of Kiss fans —10,453 in all — who celebrated through an 18-song concert in an atmosphere that resembled some unholy combination of Halloween and the Fourth of July.
The ticket stub read, “Jam Presents: Dave Matthews Band with Gregg Allman.”
You’ve never seen such unabashed joy on the faces of so many boomers. They sang. They danced. They got hit in the head with beach balls.
Taylor Swift wowed fans in her first headlining tour in front of a sold-out crowd at Verizon Arena on Saturday night.
Last Friday night, the Robinson Center curtain rose to reveal a brightly lit, stage-spanning backdrop — a drawing of an old wooden ship and a flock of birds taking flight.
That the superstar on stage Thursday night at Verizon Arena is every bit as talented pounding out licks on a guitar as he is delivering great vocals of his chart-topping hits — many of which he writes — is no urban legend.