JAZZSCAM

You’re a quiz-show contestant asked to define the word “jazz.” Uh-oh. Is it the old-timey, street-marching, New Orleans music of Louis Armstrong, the squealing cacophony of saxman Ornette Coleman, or the big-band sounds of Duke Ellington? Does your definition also cover the slick, cool, West Coast 50s sounds of Chet…

MINGUS AMONG US

Arizona’s ties with the world of jazz are flimsy. Trumpeter Art Farmer was raised in Phoenix, and sax giant Charlie Parker probably spent the night in cactus country on his way to a lengthy stint in Los Angeles. And, uh, did I mention Art Farmer? At first, another Arizona jazz…

DESERT-COOKED SOUNDS

One Foot in the Grave Lookin’ Good! Who’s Your Embalmer? (Triple X) Move over, California, Arizona now has the dubious distinction of being the novelty-rock-act capital of the world. We’ve even got both ends of the age spectrum covered–tots (Litl’ Willie) and the tottering (One Foot in the Grave). In…

THE BEST OF NINETEEN NINETY TUNE

After 365 days and nearly that many albums listened to, the Sun Tracks staff (with a little help from their friends) gets serious and decides on the best of 1992. Robert Baird Sun Tracks editor 1. Jimmy Scott, All the Way (Reprise). Album of the millennium. Lured out of retirement…

RIFF AND READ

Sex Madonna (Warner Books) Give the woman credit. She pushes our buttons and we open our wallets. It’s that simple. Never mind that Erotica, the album that goes with the book, is a dance-beat stiff. That’s not a concern, because money, not music, is Madonna’s muse. Despite the hype, this…

THE VOICE THAT TIME FORGOT

It’s an unfortunate fact that crooners and saloon singers tend to age into a fine whine. Frank Sinatra has become the grumpy, croaking godfather; Wayne Newton the willing Vegas parody; Andy Williams and Robert Goulet the desperate guests on third-rate daytime talk shows. Only Tony Bennett stands as an undated,…

LOCAL RELEASES

This installment in New Times’ occasional review of local music product could be called “The Young and the Restless.” Along with a couple of debut tapes by young bands, we also take a look at a tape and a single by the recently split Cryptics, led by Valley music veteran…

HOME BREW

It’s time for a long-overdue look at what kind of “product” is coming out of the local music scene. The number of tapes submitted was so large this time that one week won’t cover them all. Be prepared for a second installment to run soon. The variety of local music…

LONG LIVE THE DUKE

It began when Elvis Presley became Mr. Sex” by humping the air on The Ed Sullivan Show. It spread when the Rolling Stones secured their bad-boy image by grinning through drug arrests, and when John Lennon declared himself a saint through his more popular than Jesus” pontificating. Shock value and…

BOXING YOUR EARSA GUIDE TO THE BEST OF THIS YEAR’S CD SETS

Although every record label wants to claim it was the first, no one really knows who invented the boxed set. Usually comprising a cardboard box, a handful of CDs and a book full of pictures, boxed sets focus on the music of a single artist, time period or genre. A…

MISCELLANEOUS SUNTRACKS

AZMC ’91: PLAYING FOR KEEPS Ahhh . . . there’s nothing like a music conference. Musicians of every size, taste and hair style steal into town. Music-business people–everyone from writers and deejays to promoters and record-company executives–fly in and schmooze themselves silly. During the day, everyone drifts in and out…

MUSIC REVIEWS

Passionflies, Squid and Cherry wine New Times feasts on a banquet of local recordings It’s Arizona Music Conference and Showcase ’91 week in the Valley, so let’s celebrate local acts. In the spirit of the event–one designed to focus national attention on Arizona’s homegrown talent–we decided to feature the latest…