The Copper Club Restaurant, America West Arena, 201 East Jefferson, Phoenix, 379-7777. Lunch, Monday through Friday, 11a.m. to 2 p.m. Today's quiz: Choose the statement that best describes your downtown-job situation. 1. When you arrive at work, you pull into a parking spot with a) your name on it; b)...
Best Alternative Rock Beat Angels They may look and play like it, but the Beat Angels aren't really under the illusion that it's still 1979. They just don't think rock 'n' roll has gotten any better since then. "The way we look at it, there's this certain spirit that was...
Groupies are a sore subject in the Phantom Surfers' camp. "The only people who want to meet us are overweight record collectors looking for matrix numbers," says bassist Michael Lucas, sighing. "The women who attend our shows have a few drinks and leave. In that respect, surf shows are a...
The Pink Cat slumps on a folding chair in a makeshift dressing room at Phoenix Civic Plaza. The small cuts beneath his eyes sting, his hands ache, his arms throb. But Scott Walker's pride hurts worse than his body. He heard the boos and the derisive meows from the small...
thursday november 9 Bob Dylan: The living legend, who was mumbling brilliantly while R.E.M.'s Michael Stipe was still in knickers, performs on Thursday at Symphony Hall, 225 East Adams; see Coda on page 106. Ian Moore Band shares the bill. Showtime is 7:30 p.m. Tickets are $26.50 and $30.50, available...
If I owned an enormous, influential, major label, a lot of things would be different. For me, anyway; a bigger bank balance, more yes men, the finest aspirin money can buy, and--for the Beat Angels--there'd be a big, fat recording contract. This is one of the few tapes I've come...
Blow Pops American Beauties (Get Hip) There was an old Saturday Night Live joke between Chevy and Gilda that went like this: "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Babs' uvula." "Babs' uvula who?" "I don't know, Babs . . ." That's sort of the way I feel about this album. Not because...
It was 10:40 p.m., and still no sign of any aging Kiss fans sporting painted cat faces. Nor would there be, but then again, maybe the sight of 35-year-old guys with beer guts and Kiss tee shirts should have been spectacle enough for one night. And judging by reactions to...
Yet another 12 months of popular song have come and gone--for many, a year of soul-touching hits, for others, an unfulfilling mess of redundant backwash. But one thing's for sure: 1994 was a year of events in the music world. Michael and Lisa Marie got together, Kurt and Courtney broke...
Suzzane Rivera knows people look at her funny sometimes. Maybe they feel threatened, think they see a hard-core gang member. She says to herself: Go ahead. Get a good look. See the bandanna, the proud tattoos, the dangling crucifix. I may surprise you. She sees the impressions form behind those...
There are movie columns that come free from the neon-lighted glare of the multiplex lobby, from the sweet smell of a thousand spilled kernels of stale popcorn. This is one of them. In June of 1995, I'm at my desk, looking at the blinking cursor on the computer screen before...
Cody Lundin, Primitive Guy, is ready to go. He is wearing no shoes in the parking lot of a Safeway store outside Prescott. This is a common thing for him, this not wearing shoes. He does not wear them at home, he does not wear them when he drives, he...
If you've never witnessed a 50-year-old Vandercook No. 232 Proof Press working at full-on, finger-crushing capacity, then you've never heard a noise like this: SKREE CHUNK KA-CHANK SKREE CHUNK KA-CHANK SKREE CHUNK KA-CHANK. And you've never seen the primitive, industrial sensuality of rollers, bearings, plates, wheels and belts moving in...
Lord Mikolaj Alexis Vasilko looks as if he's going to vomit. He's fallen to his knees after getting hit in the crotch with a rattan sword, and his face turns several shades of red before he finally collapses in a heap on the grass field. A small crowd gathers to...
It's 10 a.m. and Terry Garvin of Zen Lunatics is cuckoo. For the munchy, crunchy, chocolatey taste of Cocoa Puffs, that is. It's an addiction that has reared its sugary head only in recent years. "I didn't eat breakfast cereals for the longest time because they would depress me. I...
Gin Blossoms New Miserable Experience A&M The best thing about the Gin Blossoms' new CD isn't the potent love songs or the teary beer tunes or even the pop guitars and vocals that come off like an alternative stepchild of the Hollies. No, the best thing about New Miserable Experience...
In 1992, hip-hop produced an artist whose accomplishments call to mind Robert Johnson, Charlie Parker and Donny Osmond. No, we're not talking about someone who changed the music like Public Enemy or De La Soul. Hip-hop's answer to the legends of blues, jazz and Mormon rock happens to be a...
In California, it's a hazardous waste, but in Arizona, it's a bargain. It's used oil from industrial plants, car engines and a host of other sources, and it's polluted with an alchemist's nightmare of heavy metals and PCBs. California doesn't want it. But trainload-size gaps in Arizona law have resulted...
There's an obvious problem when you're known as "the iron lady." Everyone wants to see if you're really as tough as you seem. Or if the title is more about bluster than guts. So far, the first woman speaker of the Arizona House of Representatives has shown she doesn't blink...
He couldn't seem to leave town. As Tucson grew larger and more grotesque, he kept talking about going to Moab or Ajo or somewhere. He told me once that Tucson was easy to leave--he'd done it six times. But he never seemed quite able to go through with it, any...
Cindy Resnick doesn't think state health director Ted Williams should set himself up as some sort of morality cop. The Tucson Democratic lawmaker is squabbling with Williams over his refusal to record birth certificates when a married woman won't list her husband as the father of the child. Williams, an...
Special message to readers from Cap'n Dave: This is the second installment of my special guest-review program, by which I goof off for several weeks and have my friends do all the work, at least until the new serious restaurant reviewer punches in on March 14. This week it's Tom...
