Lower East Side Pupu Platter of Awesomeness

A little something for everyone last night on the extended block that houses Rockwood Music Hall and Arlene's Grocery. Touching Dylan covers to unborn sons? Yeah. We're on it. And so is Benjamin Wagner:



Chicks who can sing the nuts off some rock-disco while giving my dear, darling, sensitive-lad singer/songwriters something to really cry over their Taylors about? Totes. I give you Mother Feather:



And some good old-fashioned, ass-kickin', whiskey-fueled roots-rock? Definitely. Mssrs. Chris Cubeta and the Liars Club:



Good game, Thursday. You're gonna kill me, Thursday.