The audience present for the 8:30 p.m. Bad Plus set last evening leaned more toward curious observers than diehard fans. It was difficult to suspect the sort of crowd that would take interest in the piano, bass, and drum trio, and even harder to guess what aspect of the group appealed to whom. Some seemed to favor the band's groove-heavy material, nodding their heads when Reid Anderson's limber upright-bass figures coalesced with Dave King's propulsive beats in a way that has drawn comparisons t
Tonight, at the Scottrade Center, one of my all time favorite bands will rock the collective ass of St. Louis for all that it's worth. Ladies and Gentlemen, AC/DC is in the house. I know, I don't really seem the sort to love AC/DC, but what can I say? Maybe it's the screech of Brian Johnson's vocals, maybe it's the schoolboy outfits, maybe it's the Razor's Edge tee shirt my high school girlfriend Jill used to wear after sex. You know what? I'm going to be honest with you; it's probably that last
