Robert Plant at the Brooklyn Bowl, May 28. Time to show a whole lotta love — that’s right, stamp our passports because we went there! — for this rock god turned frontman for the Sensational Space Shifters. Their spacey, jammy, folky blues are a great base for Plant’s late-career voice, brined in five lifetimes of hard-rockin’ experience. 8p, $76.50, vegas.brooklynbowl.com
The cramped room sparkled with the glint of green wine bottles and an impressive collection of wine knick-knacks. Pictures of scenic vineyards and maps of France, Tuscany and California covered what little wall space was available.
Travel is not about the destination, it’s about the journey. Ferocious cliché, yes, guilty as charged, but, yeah, owning it, making it my thesis. The truism asks to be dusted off and given special consideration in the context of the Southwest, where it can seem to outsiders like the cosmic mayo jar was down to butter-knife scrapings and the culture and natural beauty got spread awfully thin in these parts.