If there’s one thing country-music emeritus Waylon Jennings can’t abide, it’s the money-grubbing phoniness of much of his industry. He didn’t like it in 1966 when he made the movie soundtrack Nashville Rebel. He didn’t like it in 1973 when Lonesome, Orn’ry and Mean hit the bins. And he essentially…
Ah, yes, Austin’s South by Southwest Music and Media Conference has come and gone once again. Much music was heard, many hands were shaken, backs slapped and beers drunk. Or is that beers drunken? Dranken? Whatever. Yours truly was there, and for the last four days, I did my share…
I went to see John Doe play solo last week; he was in X, one of the best bands ever to come out of Los Angeles. After the show, I walked up and asked him something. I’d once read that he had rented a house Bukowski used to live in…
David Harrington remembers the exact moment he decided to change the face of classical music. It was Seattle, 1973. Harrington was 23 years old. He was home, listening to the radio, when his speakers suddenly jumped with the anxious squawks of stringed instruments. It sounded like a plague of insects…
David Harrington remembers the exact moment he decided to change the face of classical music. It was Seattle, 1973. Harrington was 23 years old. He was home, listening to the radio, when his speakers suddenly jumped with the anxious squawks of stringed instruments. It sounded like a plague of insects…
Consider Vanilla Ice. Four years ago, he was a car-lot attendant in Carrollton, Texas, with a passion for rap and a knack for breakdancing. He won a talent show at a local club, got a manager and concocted a look. Pompadoured, dirty-blond brush cut, chiseled cheekbones, red, white and blue…
Consider Vanilla Ice. Four years ago, he was a car-lot attendant in Carrollton, Texas, with a passion for rap and a knack for breakdancing. He won a talent show at a local club, got a manager and concocted a look. Pompadoured, dirty-blond brush cut, chiseled cheekbones, red, white and blue…
I went to see John Doe play solo last week; he was in X, one of the best bands ever to come out of Los Angeles. After the show, I walked up and asked him something. I’d once read that he had rented a house Bukowski used to live in…
About 60 years ago, a place called the Wild West came into existence. This was a raw, exciting, savage land that sometimes came in black and white, sometimes in glorious Technicolor. It was a place as vast and open as a movie screen, as far away as a living-room television…
Ben Vaughn Mono U.S.A. (Bar/None) The man who gave the world “I’m Sorry (But So Is Brenda Lee)” has done, if not the impossible, then the extremely challenging: Vaughn has taken 18 obscure, thoroughly bitchin’ AM-radio tunes from the glory years of the early to mid-Sixties (back when “obscure” and…
Ben Vaughn Mono U.S.A. (Bar/None) The man who gave the world “I’m Sorry (But So Is Brenda Lee)” has done, if not the impossible, then the extremely challenging: Vaughn has taken 18 obscure, thoroughly bitchin’ AM-radio tunes from the glory years of the early to mid-Sixties (back when “obscure” and…
All right. I begged you to send in tapes, and here, at last, are a few opinions. If you submitted something and it isn’t mentioned, don’t despair. There’ll be more to come. Mention the Piersons to anyone who’s heard of them and you’ll usually get this response: “Oh yeah, they’re…
All right. I begged you to send in tapes, and here, at last, are a few opinions. If you submitted something and it isn’t mentioned, don’t despair. There’ll be more to come. Mention the Piersons to anyone who’s heard of them and you’ll usually get this response: “Oh yeah, they’re…
About 60 years ago, a place called the Wild West came into existence. This was a raw, exciting, savage land that sometimes came in black and white, sometimes in glorious Technicolor. It was a place as vast and open as a movie screen, as far away as a living-room television…
A van chugs into the parking lot. It is one of those mid-Eighties models with dark, vertical windows and frosted piping painted on the sides–the kind of van they made for happy American families on the go, but which you usually see driven by unkempt, deadbeat types, or by serial…
Those big, blue eyes sear out at you from the cover of the CD, smoldering, wicked and forgiving. The dirty-blond hair cascades below her rib cage, all tousled and just-woke-up. The lips, from the Mona Lisa school of innuendo, are a full stroke of red that say it all without…
Things are not looking good for Tony’s New Yorker Club. The Tempe nightspot has been on the critical list since last December, when owner Stuart Woltz filed for Chapter 11. “The ironic thing is, some of the things we’ve been doing in the last few months–like going to two stages–really…
It’s all set; the fix is in–I’m going to heaven for sure, and here’s why: Last week I went to see Rush, but know this–I hate Rush. Some label person had sent me two free tickets, so I figured, why not? Why not give prog-rock one more chance? I grabbed…
It’s not easy being a horse’s ass. It certainly hasn’t been easy for Miles Hunt. The lead singer and chief wise guy for England’s alterna-pop band the Wonder Stuff has developed quite a rsum as a snotty, grade-A jerk. “I pay no attention to it, really,” Hunt sniffs. “It’s just…
Across the street from a Valley golf course with winter-brown grass, behind a white wall that probably keeps in more than it keeps out, is the low-slung, spacious home of Curt Kirkwood. That’s Curt Kirkwood–father of twins, fearless interviewee, marijuana enthusiast, Meat Puppet. A pit bull is standing out by…
Writing this is not going to be easy. On the way down to the New Times command center this past, glorious Super Bowl Sunday, I drove through the drive-through at Omega Burger. Bacon cheeseburger, onion rings, soda; an American meal. Now here’s the ugly part: As I made my way…
You may think Bo Diddley’s rich. You may think Bo Diddley inhabits a Jaggeresque world of limos, laughs and luxury. You may think his membership in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame secures him universal credit for his contributions to the music. If you do, you’re wrong. “My life…
