Story by Colton O’Reilly. Photo by Christie Dupree. It was a warm evening in March. Music was pouring out onto the front steps of the legendary King Eddy where Silvering, a project by Shalom Toy, was set to release their debut EP titled Minefield Memory. The King Eddy, established in 1905, was torn down and rebuilt brick by brick in 2013 as the structural integrity and health and safety of the building had been depleted.
Story by Jamie Campbell. Photos by Aron Diaz. School of Rock is a music school for all skill levels, ages, and musical aspirations; ranging from toddlers to adults, School of Rock is where music students grow into real musicians. As I stepped into Upper Deck Public House for a student showcase, that’s exactly what I walked into: a room of real musicians.
Story and photos by Sara Kuefler. Milk Mountain, the new album by Calgary trailblazers 36? is so monumental, complex and beautiful it is difficult to know where to even begin … well, since honesty in expression is of utmost value to Taylor Cochrane, frontman and writer for the band, I will start with moments of my own intimate first experience of the record.
Story by Dami Fadipe. Photo by Will Geier. With beautiful sounds that reverberate over the crowds she performs in, Yolanda Sargeant exudes a powerful presence the second her shoes touch the stage. Her soulful sound always gets the attention of her audience without fail. With such a dynamic voice, wide sphere of influence, and magnetic stage personality, Sargeant does her best to stay vigilant in her work, and modest in her accomplishments.
Story and photo by Will Geier. This Wednesday, Local Drop Magazine will be taking over the iconic Broken City’s Rockin’ 4 Dollars. The weather is finally warming up, so what better way to celebrate than to come see some kick-ass local music and maybe watch one of them win big. $1000 is up on the wheel, among other awesome prizes.
Story by Colton O’Reilly. I caught up with Colin Carbonera of Rabino after his breathtaking set at the Soul Bowl event at Paradise Lanes in February. We sat on rogue guitar amps in an eerily dark office, in the back corner of the bowling alley, with nothing but dim lights peering out from our iPhones. It was quiet, away from the clattering pins and excited show-goers, Carbonera began to impart to me the importance of the name Rabino.