Celeste, Author at The Panic Manual

Concert Review: The 9 Singer-Songwriter Showcase, February 9, Black Cat

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Friday night at Black Cat was a celebration of local artists. The passion project of DC singer-songwriter and neo-folk artist Justin Trawick, The 9 singer-songwriter series brings together nine (which only makes sense) DC artists of different musical styles to delight and dazzle the crowd. Featuring Nardo Lilly, Elena and Los Fulanos, Josh RD, Rock Creek Kings, Ginny Hill Project, Sol Roots, Sarah Jane Burgess, Andres Gallego, and organizer Justin Trawick, the night was full of spur of the moment …

Concert Review: Ezra Mae and the Gypsy Moon, Chappo, February 9, DC9

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Walking into DC9 on Friday night was like walking into a time portal where all the best parts of the ’70s collected and condensed into the cozy little second story stage for one last time. Gracing the stage was Ezra Mae and the Gypsy Moon, a local psych rock outfit who brought their potent mix of indie-psych-blues to fill the small venue. An auditory and visual delight, lead singer Sandy crooned in her smoky tenor and coaxed matching sultry sounds …

Concert Review: Stanley Jordan, January 13, Blues Alley

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Watching Stanley Jordan play guitar is like watching water flow. It’s a fluid motion. It’s entrancing and calming and enrapturing all at once. It carries an elemental energy. It’s a force of nature. Jordan, a Chicago native, took the stage at Blues Alley, a cozy and intimate club down a small alley in Georgetown, and proceeded to fill the venue with music in a way that I didn’t know was possible. I don’t play guitar myself, but my basic understanding …

Concert Review: Sean Rowe, December 15, DC9

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  A Visit from Sean Rowe: ‘Twas mid-December, when all through DC, The snow was falling, it was cold and icy. Christmas lights were hung in all the bars everywhere, In hopes that decorations would give a festive air. The drinkers were drinking, all cozy and slurred, While their vision danced about (everything was a bit blurred). And I in my snow boots, with a belly full of wine, Hustled my butt along U street to get to DC9. When …