Xperience
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The Lawn Sausages called it a day after 35 years of bringing the appropriate amount of good taste and reverence to area stages. Seemingly – and appropriately – the entire local music scene showed up for the sendoff. If you weren’t there, well, what the hell are you doing with your Sunday afternoons? Thanks for […]
Michael Glabicki of Rusted Root with Dirk Miller played some Rusted Roots faves and other tunes as a duo. Openers Large Farva brought their own cheering section with them as well. Photography by Timothy Reidy. More from Timothy Reidy …
The Velmas – Xperience History – by Liam Sweeny. We originally interviewed The Velmas in October of 2021. RRX: The Velmas have gotten a lot of accolades in our region, including “Best Alternative Band” and “Best Rock Band” by Metroland. You have your own acolytes, the “Velmites.” Considering how hard it is for any band […]
Zan Strumfeld – An Xperience Interview – by Rob Smittix. RRX: This is exciting. I got the press release and it says “Local musicians play murder ballads about the region’s creepy past.” I am all about that! ZS: Love the spooky. RRX: 100%. I mean, I’ve been infatuated with the ghost over at the Cohoes […]
Troy Night Out Photography by Timothy Reidy. More from Timothy Reidy …
Photography by Timothy Reidy. More from Timothy Reidy …
Singin’ Guru – An Xperience Column – by Jeff and Crystal Moore. Dear Singin’ Guru, I’ll just put it out there – how in the hell do you learn to sing and play guitar at the same time? People make it look so easy, but I’m struggling! Help! Signed, Struggling Dear Struggling, First of […]
I’m free and I’m flying down the highway at a cruising speed of sixty, the perennial “five over” that we all hold up as a crucifix to a speeding ticket. I’m on my way to Whole Foods, which, I found out from friend and fellow artist Sarah Petrucci, was hosting an art exhibit of her […]
Art Along the Aether, Chapter Eleven – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Dark and cold and silent, old environment untouched by hands civilized, or beset by ravenous eyes. Where were they? Or would it have been pomp and cliché to say when were they, and the snow touched not the leaves crinkled up beneath […]
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