Pittsburgh's 5 Can’t Miss Concerts in March
This month features Dropkick Murphys, Astronauts, etc., Start Making Sense and more.
photo courtesy born & bred
March 8/ Granted, it’s not technically St. Patrick’s Day, but Boston’s Dropkick Murphys are about as Irish as an American band can get. This visit to Pittsburgh is part of the group’s St. Patrick’s Day Tour. Sounds like a good-enough reason to show up and claim your Celtic heritage. (400 North Shore Drive, North Shore; 412/229-5483, stageae.com)
March 29/ Astronauts, etc. will be passing within our town’s orbit in support of its first release, “Mind Out Wandering.” Special guest Harriet Brown will open. (Brillobox, 4104 Penn Ave., Bloomfield; 412/621-4900, brillobox.net)
March 15/ Every season the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra presents the opportunity for classical artists to discuss how music shaped their lives. This month viola player Erina Laraby-Goldwasser presents Music 101: “Lost in (the Middle) Space!” Concert attendees may bring their own lunch or pay $9 for a brown-bag lunch prepared by Common Plea Catering. (Heinz Hall, 600 Penn Ave., Downtown; 412/392-4900, pittsburghsymphony.org)
March 19/ If Talking Heads tribute act Start Making Sense isn’t enough reason to send tentative decision-makers running to Mr. Smalls, opening for them is Hall & Oates tribute band HmfO. Until the real deal comes around, feel free to let your imagination run rampant in Millvale. (400 Lincoln Ave.; 412/821-4447, mrsmalls.com)
March 25/ Fans of the classic Canadian comedy series “Trailer Park Boys” will be in for a treat as Randy & Mr. Lahey Live perform songs and skits that run the gamut from Shakespeare to acts that could best be described as “adult situations.” No word on whether Randy will be paid in cheeseburgers. (Club Café, 56-58 S. 12th St., South Side; 412/431-4950, clubcafelive.com)
The indie-rock, if I may be allowed to paraphrase, is strong with this one. There’s a definite old-school ’90s vibe to “Phantom Encounters,” with trembling guitars and dispersed arrangements that seem to fall apart in all of the right places. Many of the songs act as discourse (or is it discord?) for the anxiety-ridden, which could be viewed as a divisive tendency for some. But no worries, as the aptly titled “Permanent High” sounds like a long-lost Beck number (think “One Foot in the Grave”-era) before Mr. Hansen got all fancy-pants with the samples and the studio wizardry. That said, at its best this batch of tunes nods westward to Columbus rockers Moviola. All in all, quite a bit to peruse, what with the epic “Skin Will Die -> Another Kiss” managing to both bubble and scrape its way from an emblematic intro to an illustrious and eclectic track of fury.