Al Singer likes to poke fun at his own habit of running at the mouth. “Ask me what time it is, and I’ll tell you how to make a watch,” jokes the 73-year-old Singer, a lifelong jazz adherent who moved from Michigan to the Valley 11 years ago. But if…
There’s something comforting in knowing there’s a bar someplace where you will always be treated to a smile, a few kind words, and three fingers of your favorite bourbon or scotch. Where seldom is heard a track by Britney or J.Lo. Alan Jackson’s records are like that, and it’s no…
Or, this year’s fresh Brit hit (so the NME tells us, anyway), meaning those of us who purchased January’s I Heard Myself in You last February from Amazon’s U.K. site, figuring them as the next Coldplay, can now file it away with the rest of London’s letdowns. Seeing as how…
Mounting a history of that dysfunctional beast known as rock ‘n’ roll journalism is probably impossible. The field is plagued by self-aggrandizing guru-dom (hallo, Robert “Consumer Guide” Christgau), near-unintelligible academia-speak (Greil “Doctor of Letters” Marcus), perpetual grudge-holding (Richard “I Coulda Been a Contender” Meltzer), and even — not to put…
The first New Order album in eight years finds the survivors of Joy Division banging their collective drum in yet another monochromatic burst of synthetic rapture. Not that Manchester’s most brooding band ever really suffered commercially from picking at the same scab — or from adhering to the same descending…
History, goes the brutal wisdom, is written by the winners. The dead cannot speak; those who come through the other side intact are, by default if not by choice, the ones left to establish and preserve the official record. Culturally, that gnomic truth often manifests itself in the impulse to…
Jay Farrar, reluctant icon of Americana music, pauses to consider his standing in the alt-country pantheon. It’s not something Farrar seems eager to discuss. After all, it’s been more than 10 years since his first band, Uncle Tupelo, helped kick-start the alternative-country movement with an invigorating blend of rust belt…
It’s always the ones who fail in their chosen field of expertise that are the most fascinating. Always. Poverty-wrecked pulp novelist David Goodis counting nickels for booze and sewing couturier labels into cheap suits at the peak of his form is far more interesting than Elmore Leornard’s latest million-dollar purchase…
Even if hip-hop’s been the dominant form of popular music over the last decade, it’s continually encountered pockets of resistance from people who simply don’t get it, or wish it would go away. Clayton Call and Fabel, Arizona State University seniors, college radio-station DJs and aspiring rappers, both know what…
Is our little Cornelius all growed up now? Keigo Oyamada’s newest album, Point, manages to preserve the wide-eyed sense of wonder that made his previous release so precious, but this time he’s clearly on his best behavior. Cornelius’ last album, Fantasma, released in 1998, was one of those universally acclaimed…
It’s hard to tell where Evans is headed at this point, given the many directions in which she’s been tugged throughout her career. She began as a fairly straightforward soul/R&B crooner, but her involvement with the Notorious B.I.G., whom she married in 1995, and the Artist Formerly Known As Puff…
Funny how quick people are to crown Hank Williams and Lefty Frizzell as the kings of honky-tonk, that crossbred country-goes-to-city sound that was born in the scant handful of years before Elvis ripped open a hole into an alternative universe. But where’s Webb Pierce in this party? Pierce had 13…
Even if you get along with your parents, you hardly qualify as a red-blooded American teenager unless you make two crucial musical decisions early on: First, you defiantly reject the old folks’ listening tastes as passé, and second, you find music of your own that’s guaranteed to piss them off…
Frankly, if rock writers didn’t have crazed visionaries to waste ink on, you people would get plenty tired of reading about expertly played tambourine tracks and tearful obbligato passages. No, you’d be reading about Bill Clinton’s three-breasted intern in the Weekly World News like the rest of your weak-willed kind…
High is high, low is low/Everybody wants to get to heaven/But nobody wants to die/Nobody wants to die/Nobody wants to do the don’ts/Don’t the dids/Color outside the lines/Nobody wants to try. Ignore the probability that the above paean to transcendence was written under the influence of amphetamines, hallucinogens, or some…
Sometimes Ralo regrets naming her annual music festival the Earth Mother Mind Jam. The raspy-voiced singer-songwriter/bassist, born Lora Elizabeth Heiniemi, devised the idea for the all-day blowout after relocating from her native Minneapolis to Phoenix in the late ’80s with her band, the Fake McCoys. She had spent the previous…
“Infectious” is a word whose dark side is rarely evoked when used to describe music. Ordinarily, it’s a commendation that denotes hooky euphoria, the kind only found in pop music. But that same spiritual orgasm was blamed by the late academic curmudgeon Allan Bloom — author of The Closing of…
It all starts with the butterflies, those giddy whirlwinds in the stomach — the antithesis of nausea combined with dopey smiles and too many hours spent styling your hair. Then the elation that comes with the chemical pheromone combustion of two people falling for one another. The complexities really begin…
Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel are Mates of State. First the back story: They call San Francisco home by way of Lawrence, Kansas. They are married, very much in love, and their music and relationship form a seamless insular loop. And they make a lot of joyful noise for two…
Watching contemporary “punk” bands such as Blink-182 is like witnessing the evisceration of a movement — its essence gutted and reduced to a few standard moves, no different from watching an overripe Mick Jagger, tongue over crusty lips, trafficking teenage rebellion when the closest he comes to it these days…
Second acts in rock ‘n’ roll: Are they misplaced sentimental journeys, uneasily handled unfinished business, or cynical cash-ins? L.A.’s Concrete Blonde formed in 1987 and enjoyed an early ’90s chart run that culminated in the Top 20 hit “Joey,” a heart-stopping pop gem similar in tone to the Police’s “Every…
The Politics of Dancing. For DJ Paul van Dyk, that’s both an album title and the catch phrase of a scene at a crossroads. Since crashing the industry nearly a decade ago, the German native has become an international sensation in electronic music. His name draws sellout crowds in clubs…
