It's an excessively rainy Friday night in late November, and Johnette Napolitano has just finished playing a solo acoustic set at Martini Ranch in Scottsdale. We are alone together in the "green room" (which is actually a soft-maize color), surrounded by comfy brown couches, big-screen plasma TVs, and mirrors. Napolitano offers me a beer, but I can't find a bottle opener. "Here, want me to show you an old rock 'n' roll trick?" she asks, grabbing the... More >>>