Photos by Michelle Le Pinch me, I think I’m dreaming. When Laufey took the stage, with her crooning voice to her songs for the hopeless romantics, I found myself in a trance. Laufey opened for Ricky Montgomery, resident artist for those in love, out of love, and somewhere in between. Montgomery’s performance was nothing short…
Photos by Sonja Stott I wish I had worn my nightgown. Or would that have been too embarrassing? I mean that would be cool, right? I just don’t want to seem like a nerd or weird or something, you know? These are the sort of flustered thoughts inspired by the band Wet Leg, whom I…
Photos by Elisabeth McKeon We might have been waiting for a movie to start. The warm, sweet smell of fresh popcorn and artificial butter drifted from the lobby into the grand music hall, trailing behind the concert-goers as they bumbled through the dark. The footlights shone too weakly to make out the seat numbers, so…
Photos by Jackie Pierce In the dreamy haze of the Moroccan Lounge, the band walks on stage, clad in Western suits and bolo ties. Immediately, they are met with cheers from the sold-out crowd: the stage is set for Wallice in her first ever headliner show. CARR, the opening act, has already primed the audience…
Photos by Ruthie Glauber In the war between prep and punk, I choose prep every time. What can I say? I prefer a delicate penny loafer to a chunky combat boot, polite twists of the hip to head-banging and steel-toe kicking. And yet, this past Thursday, I found myself at The Lodge Room, caught in…