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…

RANDY CANDYE

Not long ago, “Boogie Woogie Country Girl” and stripper-cum-feminist Candye Kane considered selling her soul for a recording deal. She’d already been gathering fans for years in Southern California clubs, ranging from the mighty Palomino in Los Angeles to the Lion’s Club in San Diego. Her tangy, powerful voice wrapped…

PAM I AM

Forty years from now, when the rickety old America West Arena–named after a long-defunct, long-forgotten airline–is razed to accommodate a new parking lot, a trivia question will ask: “What was the first-ever act to play at Colangelo’s Folly?” No, it wasn’t “Your Phoenix Suns” (still seeking an NBA championship in…

HARMONY GRITS

When Beth McKee first heard that her band, Evangeline, had been chosen to open Jimmy Buffett’s summer amphitheatre tour, she was elated. She became even more excited when she remembered the enthusiasm of the Buffett-loving “Parrotheads” nesting across the country. McKee is the band’s Buffett expert, having played with Greg…

VICTOR OF CIRCUMSTANCESDELBERT MCCLINTON IS FINALLY ROCKING ENOUGH

Home in Music City for a rare, brief respite from the road, Delbert McClinton seemed anything but relaxed. Once our attempt at having a telephone conversation–interrupted a near-dozen times by barking dogs, call-waiting beeps and ghostly, third-party voices–was consummated sans interference by switching to a private phone line, there were…

FULL HOUSE, FIVE-SONG STUD

It was old hat and new house in downtown Phoenix this past Saturday night as neocountry godfather George Strait inaugurated the fresh, flashy digs at the new America West Arena. The young crowd, clad mostly in multigallon brims, achingly tight Wranglers and dead reptile and bird boots, began gathering in…

TEXAS RIBBER

In lyric and life, on stage and in stereo, Robert Earl Keen Jr. is a very funny fellow. However, the Houston-born-and-bred musician with the cool, slightly quirky Southern tones and clever lyrics found nothing humorous about a poster heralding his appearance at one of his 150 road shows in 1991…

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…

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…

FIDDLE ON FIRENEW GRASS GROWS ON ROLLING STRINGMISTRESS LAURIE LEWIS

Given her family background, it’s no real surprise that Laurie Lewis developed an interest in music. Her grandmother turned out old Norwegian songs on the piano. Her mother sang Lutheran hymns while her older sister played the flute. And her father worked his way through medical school while playing piccolo…