Even sitting high above the ground in the Hampton Coliseum, I felt like I was in a futuristic, bass-thumping, digital masterpiece of a dance club.

The band: Oh so fiery. The crowd: Oh so cold.

They’re a band of nerdy, happy, hippie, indie pirates, and they don’t give a crap. They do what they do, whether we’re watching or not. And I respect that.

Escovedo is one of the premier songwriters of our times, fluent in a ridiculous range of genres. This is the guy who opened for the last Sex Pistols show in 1978. There are echoes of everything from Lou Reed to Townes Van Zandt to Roky Erickson in his work.

Writer Jim Morrison gives his top album picks of the year.

A local review of Today the Moon Tomorrow the Sun @ Hell’s Kitchen.

With videos from your new favorite, Black Joe Lewis & the Honeybears; indie princes, Grizzly Bear; rockabilly goddess, Imelda May; and beautiful studio footage of The Boss himself.

Last Friday night, I saw R. Kelly perform his “Ladies Make Some Noise” tour at ODU’s The Ted. Now, I’m not a big R&B fan and don’t own any R. Kelly albums, but there’s something in this guy that can only be described as genius.

Women: Thievery Corporation is what you need to play if your boyfriend has sex with, shall we say, not as much graceful aplomb as you’d like.

When you see Stevie Wonder do that head thing, even at the age of 59, you see that 12-year-old playing “Fingertips” in black and white. He still flails his arms some and dances like a little kid with his eyes closed.