The state of original music in this country is wonderful. It could be argued that, although corporate-owned mainstream radio has eschewed what’s clearly good, honest music, we are currently able to enjoy more great original music than ever before.

During the 2011 Communikey Festival, a few hundred local hipsters packed the obscure and highly under-used Odd Fellows Hall on Pearl Street to see why Dark Dark Dark — a poignant Minneapolis-based indie-pop and chamber-folk group that plays old-world instruments — was playing an electronic music festival.

Poor Moon, which also returns to Colorado Nov. 1 for a date at the Walnut Room, features two members of Fleet Foxes, the well-known Seattle indie darlings who skyrocketed to wide acclaim in 2008 with a brilliant eponymous debut.

Deerhoof concerts have always been uniquely fun, but lately more of a festive connection between band and audience has been on the quartet’s mind, according to singer/bassist Satomi Matsuzaki, who lived in her native Japan until the mid-’90s.

Around 9:05 a.m. on Memorial Day, I stood with my feet a few inches behind the Bolder Boulder starting line, ready for my wave to begin its 10K quest on a sunny, clear morning.

Getting a few minutes with the inimitable Beeck sisters — the founding mothers of the Boulder International Film Festival — in the weeks leading up to BIFF isn’t easy, even if you’re sitting across from them in the festival’s downtown-Boulder offices.

Boulder Weekly’s attitude toward our annual “Best Albums of the Year” column has been pretty similar, considering the opening paragraph the first three years was pretty much devoted to debunking the idea that any art can be rated. Thus, this year we’re going with a “Great Albums” theme instead. And honestly, putting the 2011 edition of this column together was more fun than previous years because of readers’ participation.

CU and Naropa faculty are putting on a symposium called "Moving Images," billed as "the first symposium of its kind, bringing scholars, filmmakers and poets together to explore the intersection of film and poetry.

I’ve long been more a biker and hiker than a runner, and I grew up in a family that considered mowing the lawn heavy exercise, so the 33rd annual Bolder Boulder 10k was my first road race &mdash

I don't drive, but every time I bike or walk past a gas station I can't help reflecting on the fact that the price Americans pay for one gallon of gas is literally more than Exxon Mobil Corp. pays in taxes.