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Off to a rockin' start

Am I the only person who gets the January jitters, the unnerving dread of having to fill another 365 days with all manner of stuff? Maybe it's a writer thing. Or maybe I'm clinically depressed. Either way, I look at the calendar this time of year, and I tend to get … sleepy. So many days, weeks, months. On a positive note, there are already gobs of hot concerts on tap for '12: Radiohead, Coldplay, Neil Diamond, Glen Campbell. So we have that going for us. And this month, as you'll see in the smattering of acts below, is pretty packed, too. Now, if I could just get out of bed. …

The Kills (Ritz Ybor, Jan. 30) American Alison Mosshart (who moonlights in Jack White's Dead Weather band) and Brit Jamie Hince form this dangerously pretty Bonnie and Clyde duo of snarling riffs and leather-jacketed 'tude. The 2011 album Blood Pressures was filled with buzzing guitars, strutting guitars and Mosshart's femme fatale growls. Try out the song Nail in My Coffin while polishing your switchblade comb. (

B.B. King (Ruth Eckerd Hall, Saturday) It's funny how we discover different artists. I wish I could say I first heard B.B. King and his trusty Lucille while digging through stacks of blues vinyl in some magical old record shop. But the truth is that the guitar great first entered my ears via the 1985 John Landis dark-comedy bomb Into the Night, which my 15-year-old self no doubt stayed up until 3 a.m. to watch on HBO because it promised "brief nudity." Brutal movie, killer title song. Oh well, at least I discovered him. Go see the 86-year-old legend before the thrill is gone. (

Evanescence (David A. Straz, Jr. Center for the Performing Arts, Jan. 16) In her wedding dress of the damned, Amy Lee was the pop-goth queen of the '00s, such brooding anthems as Bring Me to Life and My Immortal the perfect accompaniment to furious teenage diary scribbling. The Arkansas band has been through myriad cast changes over the years, but Lee and her angry eyeliner continue to rage and scare the ever-lovin' heck out of most men. (

Santigold (Tampa Bay Times Forum, Jan. 23) Okay, I'm being a bit of a punk here, as eccentric hip-hop star Santigold is opening this show for the significantly more famous Red Hot Chili Peppers, who will be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in April. But this female Philly griot excels in found sounds, catchy chants and general mayhem, a student of the M.I.A. school of rap. Besides, I enjoy the RHCP as much as I enjoy going to the dentist and having my gums scraped. (

Zac Brown Band (1-800-ASK-GARY Amphitheatre, Jan. 28) It may sound like a backhanded compliment calling the roots-rock scruffs in the Zac Brown Band the Jimmy Buffett or Grateful Dead of the 21st century, but there's distinct parallels. The beanied Brown is a legitimately creative musician who just happens to be a world-class party-thrower, as well. Heck, he even cooks for his crowd. But whereas Buffett has always tended to seduce Fraternity Row and its Tommy Bahama-shirted alums to his shows, and the Dead was all about Birkenstocked hippies and suburban stoners, ZBB soulfully seduces a much more diverse chicken-fried audience. This is one of the "event" shows of the year. (

Sean Daly can be reached at or (727) 893-8467. Follow him on Twitter (@seandalypoplife).

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Off to a rockin' start 01/02/12 [Last modified: Monday, January 2, 2012 8:34pm]
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