Dave Herrera

Before Winger was the butt of many jokes, the Denver-bred Bon Jovi doppelganger and his bandmates undoubtedly had busloads of Betties on standby in every ZIP code and printed their own money, thanks to two consecutive albums that went platinum (a feat nearly unheard of in the Digital Age). Little...

What is Ozzy now, a hundred or something? You'd think the old coot would call it a career rather than further tarnish his legacy. Like most icons past their prime, though, maybe he just doesn't know when to say when. He's clearly saddled by idiots. Why else would he choose...

Clearly, nobody needs a primer on indie rock. We all have our own idea of what it is, right? Nonetheless, why is it that so few of us can agree on who deserves such a designation? Fact is, attempting to define indie rock universally is as futile a task as...

Thom Yorke's first individual outing is about what you'd expect — a glitchy, primarily electronic excursion that mirrors Radiohead's most recent work. The Eraser's dour compositions conjure the icy, detached vibe of Kid A and Amnesiac, and were it not for Yorke's beguiling melodies and consistently compelling fey falsetto, it...

Sitting in a hotel bar overlooking downtown Denver, Vinnie Paul Abbott is stunned that not a single TV is tuned to the hockey game. His boys, the Dallas Stars, are taking an ass-whuppin' at the hands of the Colorado Avalanche -- or so Big Vin tells me -- and he'd...