Let’s do it for local hip hop, regional pride and the Department of Motor Vehicles.

It was kind of like a Pandora station gone live. Three bands (Counting Crows, Augustana, and NOTAR) letting lose together on stage, singing their hits, covering their favorites, and mashing together familiar songs in new ways.

“It’s like selling your record player,” I heard the kid behind me tell his friend, “for a day’s work.”

A gallery of photographs from this weekend’s Jazz Fest at Town Point Park.

The Norfolk Sound Reunion at the Attucks was one of those incredibly intimate nights on which it felt like everybody knew everybody, and all the old friends from Church Street were together once again, five decades later.

It felt like watching a man have sex with a prostitute, a man of such arrogance and delusion that he’s convinced himself that the lady is actually having an orgasm.

PBS filming a Norfolk classic performing in his historic old stomping grounds? We tell you the top reasons for checking this out.

I was really feeling the love in that place… sometimes a little too much. (Husky Bearded Guy and Red Dress Girl: Get a room).

Phish’s music is space cadety, and a lot of the people at the concert were stoned like geologists, but the whole experience pushes you to see the world more beautifully.

Good times @ Phish @ nTelos.