The hits are hitting. Each song carries a vibrance that feels distinctly upbeat, but emotional all the same. The distinct sadness that is weaved throughout her catalog breathes but doesn’t linger in a way that it brings the room down.

As the night continues, I recall a distinct feeling as an older sibling. Skeleton Crewe almost gives off the vibe of Grateful Dead’s younger brother. They aren’t trying to be the Dead, but they know where they came from.

As the second of a two-night run, I’m aghast at how these fans continue through the night to have the energy to groove this much and rock this hard. UM took DC’s cold, wet, and frankly gross Sunday and turned it into a colorful paradise with their righteous sound ringing all the way through the district.

The movement for The Movement was clearly very strong. The set break brought a different sensory experience than most concerts, and one that reaffirmed the sensation of feeling like you were in a smokeshop in Western Florida - the smell of incense burning takes over the venue and its floral opulence wafting through the air told us that The Movement was about to take the stage.

On December 5, 2025, Portugal. The Man delivered an energetic set for their devoted fans at The Anthem. Our photographer, Jonathan Nevius, was there to capture the memorable show through his lens.

What is Dead is still Dead, there is no denying that. Looking out upon the Almost Dead, you can’t help to think to yourself how alive this room feels, and what a blessing it is to break up the monotony.

The Motet made us feel as though we were in a perpetual video game as the main character, in a cutscene that takes place in a boogie-down nightclub where the floor is an ever-changing conveyor of rainbows.

Maddie Kerr and her band ‘Mercury’ find a way to transport me back to the mid 2000s, one of the happiest times of my life, even with these unplugged versions of their grungy hits.

A chilly late night in Washington is warmed by Sunshine from the Sahara Cowboy himself, Arc De Soleil and his gooey jams.

All it took was a few strums and plucks for the magic to take over. Suddenly we’re transported from the regal Hamilton Live to the back porch of a mountain lodge, where Sam Grisman Project ensures what troubles us, are bound to lose.

As Jimmy, Brian, Joey, Jeremy and Sam took the stage, the mid-sized crowd roared well beyond its size. Dogs in a Pile have performed at The Vortex a few times in recent years, and many in the crowd were clearly repeat attendees. Got sent to the “Dog Pound,” so-to-speak.

I like my music the way I like my eggs, jammy.
Bruce Hornsby and the Noisemakers served that up in the best way possible, with help from (likely) experts in both eggs and jamming, Eggy.