Aerosmith’s legendary co-founder, Joe Perry , delivered a set of gutsy, hard driving rock at Orlando’s House of Blues.

Bloodline (Candlelight). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Heartbreaker (Lujo). Review by Carl F Gauze.

Dr. Dog’s recent concert at Orlando’s Social conjures up both Frampton Comes Alive and Flavor of Love for S D Green. Believe it or not, this is a good thing.

U.K. act Rumble Strips may have brought the rain, but their neo-ska tunes were all sunshine and big puffy “Clouds.” S D Green slogged through the downpour to catch a glimpse of the surprising source for Charlie Waller’s big, big voice.

Raw (Burning Disk). Review by Carl F Gauze.

What happens when 200 Goths descend on Tampa to jump the shark? Bob Pomeroy checks out Convergence 14 and doesn’t even have to wear black.

NY indie quartet, Vampire Weekend , gives Orlando its all during one Florida debut Phillip Haire is bloody lucky he didn’t miss.

Bryan Adams’ 2008 tour will take his band to stadiums, arenas and amphitheaters worldwide, but his show at B.B. King’s Blues Club in Orlando, Florida was an acoustic solo set. Christopher Long was up close and personal for the Unplugged event in O-Town.

Ultra Music Festival celebrates a decade as dance music’s spiritual soul. S D Green makes the pilgrimage to Miami, is lost, and then found.

Catherine Avenue (Love Minus Zero Recordings). Review by Matthew Moyer.

They Might Be Giants proves itself a gigantic nuclear furnace inside the belly of Orlando’s House of Blues. Rose Petralia basks in the glow.

It’s Not The Eat, It’s The Humidity (Alternative Tentacles Records). Review by Scott Adams.

Despite the obvious pitfalls of playing on a giant Transformer in a “backyard”, Aesop Rocks this block party-esque show at Orlando’s Anti-Pop Music Festival. S D Green was there to drink the $2.50 PBRs.

The final date of The Postmarks’ brief and enchanting summer tour as seen by Margarita Gonzalez.

While throngs of music lovers converged on Tampa’s Ybor City for the 25th edition of WMNF’s Tropical Heatwave, a little known band from Baton Rouge proved to be one of the highlights of the night. The Eames Era come to Tampa virtually unknown and left with a cadre of converts. Bob Pomeroy was one of them.

Old people finding romance and adventure in the seedy side of Florida? No, it’s not life on the mean streets of Bradenton, it’s Joe Ashby Porter’s new novel. Carl F. Gauze gives it a close read.

Remember the name. Shelton Hull brings us up to speed on Jacksonville’s hottest rap property.

It’s unlikely you’ll see local reporting of this caliber in Jacksonville. Too bad for them, good for us! Shelton Hull handicaps the emerging mayoral race.

After 11 years of not speaking to one another, the Pixies are back together and touring. The fans come out in droves, as the band sells out show after show, including a recent trip to Orlando. Jen Cray reports.