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by Amanda Starling
The Orpheum was filled to the brim when Yellowcard took the stage. Between the die-hard love for the Jacksonville alternative
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by Amanda Starling
The romp of Have Mercy’s show may have been limited to the stage, but the band’s energy rolling into Epic Problem in Tampa
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by Mitch Foster
We suspected Incubus had a world tour in the works when we previewed the new Incubus songs earlier in the year. But, holy f*cking
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by Amanda Starling
Everything about Swans’ set echoed of a nonchalant ritualistic ceremony. Michael Gira, the legendary frontman that is known
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by Mitch Foster
Husband and wife indio-pop/dance duo, Mates of State are coming back to Florida! They’ve announced tour dates, a greatest
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by Mitch Foster
The feel of a festival is what really defines its value. Gasparilla Music Festival (GMF) 2015 had all the right feels. The food
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by Mitch Foster
Modest Mouse! Modest Mouse! After being completely sold on the new song, “Lampshades On Fire,” we’re thrilled to
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by Mitch Foster
Modest Mouse! Modest Mouse! After being completely sold on the new song, “Lampshades On Fire,” we’re thrilled to
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by Dainon Moody
UPDATED: September 23, 2017. Charles, thank you for sharing your soul, quite literally, with us all these years. You went
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by Dainon Moody
It was a three-hours-long coming back party for keyboardist Christine McVie disguised as a sold-out concert. Sure, it’s not
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by Dainon Moody
When Tom Petty took the stage in Tampa, FL last Sunday, he had the home field advantage. He wasn’t in his Gainesville, FL
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by Jeff Roach
Arriving at the Mid Florida Credit Union Amphitheater in Tampa, FL at 6:55pm, knowing the show started at 7:00 and I was covering
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by Mitch Foster
#10 Skateboards & Palm trees on a bucket hat during Sleigh Bells! This was the second hat I photographed. This comes in at
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by Mitch Foster
On day one of Tampa’s inaugural Big Guava Music Festival I ate a pot brownie and don’t remember anything. Nothing. No
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by Mitch Foster
I woke up confused. The sound of static growled from the living room. My boxer-brief clad best friend snored in my bed. 5am. The