Saturday & Sunday, Jan 5-6: Miller, the undeniably gifted frontman of the Old ’97s, joins forces with Cronin, the man who would brand New Paltz with his instantly identifiable, brash and iconic paintings.

Sunday, Dec. 30: The great critic Greil Marcus once called They Might Be Giants “the opposite of rock ’n’ roll.” He didn’t mean in it a good way. Bell-curve-busting kings of nerd-pop and AV room superheroes, the band exemplifies the kind of “surface smart” and geeky, Advanced Placement cleverness that has always infuriated those who locate the genius of rock ‘n’ roll in its broad gestures, its cultural transgressions and its primitivism.

Monday, Dec. 31: How to have a hot time on a cold night in New York State’s first capital.

Friday, Dec. 14: The veteran garage psychedelia band from Georgia, the Black Lips, teams with the younger-but-similarly-Southern Nude Party for a night of real gutsy rock.

Sunday, Dec. 16: John Anderson’s film celebrates the lasting musical and cultural legacy of the legendary blues harmonica player and longtime Woodstock resident Paul Butterfield. Butterfield learned the art from none other than Muddy Waters.

Saturday, Nov. 24: I am not here to tell their story, but rather to argue that in some ways, the Monkees may have achieved rock’s ultimate band authenticity and its most genuinely subversive narrative.

The Falcon has never sold a ticket. Not one ever to anyone – not when Pat Metheny played here; not for Chris Thile, who might have sold out Carnegie Hall the night before.

Friday, Nov. 9: She may have arrived a decade or two too late to have enjoyed the peak of the form, but Colvin’s early records Steady On and A Few Small Repairs are straight-up classics of the genre.