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Colleen Brown @ Great Hall

. : : October 14th, 2010 : : . Sorry for the long weeks of silence, musical friends. As outlined in other blog posts, I sent my recorder out for repairs it apparently didn’t need, and then had to consequently order new microphones. Decent stealth microphones aren’t something you can just pick up at any old Radio Shack, either. I ordered them, opting for the more expensive Express Shipping, in an attempt to get them in time for the slew of shows in the middle of October. Unfortunately, they didn’t arrive in time for the first of many more to come. But…

Colleen Brown @ Drake Underground

. : : July 26th, 2010 : : . Wow! Four posted Colleen Brown shows in five weeks? An astounding feat for an artist that, until this year’s recent North By North East (NXNE) festival, didn’t even register on my radar. Certainly, Colleen Brown was this year’s exceptional find at my two-day, limited experience at the city-wide musical circus, and my love of and deep appreciation for her music has deepened with back-to-back-to-back-to-back phenomenal performances. I was a bit concerned that so frequent blog updates dedicated to Ms. Brown would over-saturate any interest in the performer from my dedicated readers, but positive fan feedback has been…

Colleen Brown @ Horseshoe Tavern

. : : July 13th, 2010 : : . Following Dark Mean on Tuesday’s Dave Bookman‘s Nu Music Night was Colleen Brown — my reason for coming out for another night of beautiful music in spite of a looming double shift in the morning. The crowd had dispersed after the opening bands set, some to the bar, some to the pool table, some outside for a cigarette, and some to a table for a bit of comfort and conversation. Surprisingly, they were slow and hesitant to come back once Colleen started her set. She opened again with the infectious Red Light Green Light, but the attentive few stood…

Colleen Brown @ Drake Underground

      . : : July 12th, 2010 : : . I arrive at the Drake Hotel at 5 minutes to 9. I’m almost out of breath with rushing, as a city bus didn’t arrive and I’m a bit behind schedule. Worried that I wouldn’t have time to set up my mics and format my SD card (why didn’t I do that on the subway?!), I shuffle in and head straight to The Underground. The doors are locked. Odd, I think as I step outside and consult my Blackberry to confirm that I am in the right place on the right date.…

NXNE @ Lee’s Palace

. : : June 17th, 2010 : : . Some people say it’s good luck to be pooped on by a bird. Kind of a ridiculous statement, isn’t it? And easily said by the person who wasn’t pooped on. I think of all the real estate in the neighborhood, standing in the exact location that bird decided to relieve itself is a massive stroke of bad luck. But maybe the idiom comes from some sort of karmic equation? Such bad luck must be balanced out by the universe with a similar chance stroke of enormous good luck, no? As I stood in…