In case you missed it, the trailer for CBGB debuted this week, and I'm not surprised that it appears rather lackluster. It looks like the famed punk/underground rock 'n' roll club got the bland Hollywood treatment, and there's enough bad wigs in this piece to make Oliver Stone blush.

Die Hard and Harry Potter star Alan Rickman plays HIlly Kristal, the late owner of CBGB's who opened the bar in the seedy Lower East Side of NYC in 1973. The original name for the bar was CBGB and OMFUG, which stood for "Country, BlueGrass, Blues and Other Music For Uplifting Gormandizers." To my knowledge the bar didn't get a lot of country musicians stopping by, but it did give The Ramones, Television, The Patti Smith Group, The Talking Heads and Blondie their start.

Going by the trailer, I'm disappointed by a few things other than the awful wigs. Alan Rickman is no slouch, but the casting of Roseanne's Johnny Galecki and The West Wing's Bradley Whitford screams "TV movie." The Foo Fighter's Taylor Hawkins as Iggy Pop? Pure blasphemy. Don't even get me started on Rickman's fellow Harry Potter actor Rupert Grint as Cheetah Chrome, the ginger-topped guitar player for The Dead Boys and The Hangover's Justin Bartha as that band's legendary depraved, deceased frontman, Stiv Bators.

Even though the film appears to smell as bad as the CBGB's infamous bathrooms, I'm sure I'll be there when it opens in Tucson. Maybe I'll sneak into it. I'm a sucker for punk rock movies, even though I should have learned my lesson after the woeful Germs biopic came out a few years back. Let's face it: Hollywood has never gotten punk right. Either punks are portrayed as dog-collared spazzoid villains or they never seem to figure out that liberty spikes and pierced tongues weren't the norm in the late 70's.

Oh well. What should you expect from a CBGB's movie after this?

Madeleine Peyroux's latest studio recording, The Blue Room, started out as an homage to Ray Charles, but genre-jumping is her trademark. Her passion is for songs, great songs, that can resonate with anybody entangled with the human condition. C.E. Elliott captured her easy style on Saturday at the Rialto.

Just as an opening note, I have no idea how the Charles Bradley show at the Rialto isn't sold out yet. Tickets are cheap—$15 general admission—so there's no excuse. A friend of mine saw Bradley at Lollapalooza this weekend and said he thought it might have been the best performance all weekend, and he wasn't alone. That same sentiment showed up in a bunch of recaps of the festival. The best act of a festival with a stacked lineup and that performer is playing in our city the same month. For $15. I just don't get it.

Charles Bradley's music is so great on its own—a perfect take on Wilson Pickett-style soul—that you don't really need to know the man's back story. But, wow, once you get a sense of where Bradley came from, and how long it took him to get to where he is today, playing festivals like Lollapalooza this weekend and the Rialto on Aug. 22, you'll be a fan for life. Last year's documentary, Charles Bradley: Soul of America, is available on DVD and Video On Demand, and if you enjoyed the Buena Vista Social Club or Searching for Sugarman films, hard-luck stories with a happy ending, this will be right up your alley.

So, see the documentary, then get tickets to the show. Actually, maybe do that in the other order. If this town's music fans come to their collective senses, the tickets won't be available by the time you get to the closing credits.

I will admit upfront that I never really gave Mumford and Sons a chance. The first three songs I heard by them all sounded the same to me, all the people I know from my more evangelical-Christianish days couldn't stop talking about how great they were, and I felt like the Avett Brothers did the same sort of take on Americana, but better.

So, I'm not a fan. However, throw Jason Bateman, Will Forte, Ed Helms and Jason Sudeikis in anything and I'll watch, so for this moment, and this moment only, I will admit a temporary appreciation for Mumford and Sons and their deep sincerity, thanks to the above video for "Hopeless Wanderer."

This band of three brothers and three others seems to have sprung fully formed from their own record collections in little more than a year.

They freely admit a debt to Gram Parsons, Bob Dylan, Fleetwood Mac and Wilco, the latter an influence that would be hard to discern on its own. The music seems more influenced, perhaps, by Wilco's milieu in the mid-to-late nineties, a sonic era rife with acoustic guitars, banjos, pedal steel guitars and a quest for "authenticity," before the concept took on a hipster connotation and the word itself needed the cover of quotation marks.

Here's a sample; photos from the Congress show are after the jump.

If they're never "the new Brooks and Dunn" it won't be for lack of predictions. It's possibly just that the suits won't fit. The boys brought the party to AVA on Sunday, July 28, and C.E. Elliott was there for the Weekly.  Are you a fan? Did
you get to the show? Tell us about it in the comments below.

As seems to be the standard these days, YouTube is streaming sets from Lollapalooza all weekend. While New Order and Hot Chip have been cruelly ignored on the schedule today, there are still (depending on when you read this, I guess) performances by Crystal Castles, Imagine Dragons, Queens of the Stone Age, Band of Horses, The Killers and Nine Inch Nails today, and popular music performers like Mumford & Sons, The Postal Service, The Lumineers, Kendrick Lamar, The National, Ellie Goulding, Eric Church, Local Natives, and Charles Bradley on Saturday, with The Cure, Phoenix, Beach House, Vampire Weekend, Grizzly Bear, Alt-J, Tegan and Sara, Two Door Cinema Club among the acts on Sunday.

After the cut, the players for Saturday and Sunday (why they need a player for each day, I have no idea).

They haven't really needed to, considering "Get Lucky" has spent the last few months challenging "Blurred Lines" as the song of the summer, but Daft Punk have done a minimal amount of promotion for their album Random Access Memories. SNL teaser commercials and promo videos with their collaborators, sure, but as far as I can tell, the only things the duo have actually had to show up for have been the debut of a branded racecar and an interview for a profile in GQ. Nice work if you can get it, I suppose.

However, because they're obligated to confound people with their decisions, Daft Punk are scheduled to appear on the Colbert Report on Tuesday, August 6. God only knows what they'll be doing on there, considering they haven't really performed live anywhere else for this album and aren't generally inclined to do interviews, but they'll be there, likely wearing their fancy helmets. I'll be watching, so publicity stunt successful, I suppose.

@ducidni Holy shit!!!! I got my tickets for your concert in Tucson. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ily omg I'm not gay
— Ali (@That1DudeAli) August 1, 2013

You may or may not know, but tickets went on sale yesterday for the Kid Cudi, Tyler the Creator, Logic show at AVA on September 5. People on Twitter have feelings about forking over their cash to see show.

Just bought tickets to see @ducidni in Tucson HOLY SHIT I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS EXCITED
— Joseph Garcia (@Hossif) August 1, 2013

Tbh when I see @ducidni in Tucson I'm going to fucking faint
— Refer 2me as captian (@MelissaMescudi) July 31, 2013

@ducidni September 5th Tucson AZ never been more pumped in my life.
— eric cook (@eric_cook) August 1, 2013

@IsaConcepcion, however, is less excited about the whole thing:

@ducidni WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME GO ALL THE WAY TO TUCSON TO SEE YOU. YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST COME TO PHOENIX. I'M SO SAD.
— ❁isa❁ (@IsaConcepcion) August 1, 2013

ANTI- Records is an awesome label that has put out recordings by Wilco, Neko Case, DeVotchKa, Tom Waits and Tucson's own Calexico, among many others. Now the folks at NoiseTrade are offering a free summer sampler of ANTI- artists that includes songs from Neko Case, Mavis Staples, Tom Waits and Keith Richards and Beth Orton, among others. Download it here while you still can, but be careful: NoiseTrade can be a bit addicting with all the great sounds the site gives away.