FEELIN’ GROOVYMICHAEL BRECKER IS HAPPY PLAYING SIMON SAYS

Before getting the call from Paul, session pro Michael Brecker figured he had pretty much squeezed every kind of music imaginable out of his trusty tenor saxophone. Besides recording three highly acclaimed jazz albums on his own and another six with his brother Randy under the moniker the Brecker Brothers,…

THE YEAR OF LISTENING DANGEROUSLY

Prowl through our hit list of 1990’s killer tunes, lyrics and riffs 1. FASTER PUSSYCAT Rubaiyat “You’re So Vain” (Elektra). For anyone who’s ever secretly desired to headbang to Carly Simon, here’s a chance to get off royally. 2. JANET JACKSON Rhythm Nation: 1814 “Black Cat” (A&M). Doing her best…

ODES TO OBSCURITY

Mojo Nixon gets worked up when he recalls his introduction to the Sonics. It was back, back somewhere before he became Mojo. “I must have been ten,” he remembers, “but I knew then that here was something ugly. A bunch of guys out gettin’ big boners on rock ‘n’ roll…

MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY

Just a few years ago, Mary-Chapin Carpenter was a staple on the respected Washington, D.C., folk scene, the launching pad for Emmylou Harris, among others. Freshly graduated from Brown University with a degree in American civilization, she found herself in the early Eighties rattling around the capital mope scene, strumming…

TAKING THE RAPARE WHITE HIP-HOPPERS STEALING BLACK THUNDER?

Like many other teenagers, rapper Kamron has disagreed with his father on more than one occasion about his lifestyle. Unlike many teenagers, Kamron and his father have exchanged punches. The B-boy says his father called him a “nigger” for participating in hip-hop culture. That’s not unheard of in black families…

SHIP’S AHOY!AFTER YEARS AT BAY, PIECES OF FATE FALL THE PIRATES’ WAY

Bands just don’t get much less glamorous than the Pirates of the Mississippi. Sure, they’re sitting pretty now with a chart-happy debut album, fueled by a driving cover of Hank Sr.’s “Honky Tonk Blues,” but Nashville’s grimiest-sounding country band spent a good part of the late Eighties, literally, in the…

DAMAGE, INC.

For sixteen years, fans of heavy-metal band Judas Priest have been accustomed to seeing lead singer Rob Halford in his trademark stage dress, a menacing armor of black leather and silver studs that even Attila the Hun might have found a bit too butch. But a few months ago, as…

SOUL SEARCHIN’

Flashback to the late Sixties: A prepubescent Dan Murphy is drooling over the cover of an album from his parents’ collection. It’s a Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass record featuring an unclothed Hispanic beauty slathered up to her false eyelashes in whipped cream. Murphy calls the provocative cover of…

BROOD INDIGOFOLK-POP’S GROOVY GIRLS THROW A SOMBER PARTY

Every time she scanned the Billboard chart in the summer of ’89, Indigo Girl Amy Ray had to chuckle. Perched near the top of the pops, frighteningly close to the likes of Paula Abdul’s Forever Your Girl and Don Henley’s The End of the Innocence, was the Indigo Girls’ self-titled…

SOLO SURVIVORS

Whether they like it or not, the Blazing Redheads are one of the more confrontational groups on today’s music scene. But it’s not the San Francisco band’s “rhythmo-fusion” sound–a percussive concoction of danceable rhythms reaching from Africa to Brazil by way of jazz and R&B–that gives its audiences pause. Simply,…

-CHORTLES

Anyone who thinks the blues ain’t nothin’ but a doggone heart disease needs a stiff dose of Little Charlie and the Nightcats. This Sacramento-based band substitutes comedy for sorrow and gets away with it. “That’s the way of dealing with life’s troubles–laughing at them,” says guitarist Charlie Baty in a…

WOLF GANG’S PLUCK

In its heyday, Chicago produced some of the best bluesmen ever. Legendary names like Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Willie Dixon, and Otis Spann called Chi-Town home. But behind all these legends was a slew of back-up musicians who got no glory. One lesser-known who played with all of these cats…

RETURN TO GENDER SCRAWL DEMOLISHES THE GIRL-GROUP MYTH WITH A

Scrawl guitarist Marcy Mays straddles a barstool at Tempe’s Sun Club, sipping a beer and reflecting on the small-potatoes status of her all-female band. “You have to wonder,” muses Mays in a preshow interview, “where we’d be if we wore corsets.” Mays wouldn’t be caught dead in a corset. In…

HE’S A POET AND HE KNOWS IT

Three years have slipped by since the last Michael Franks release–a risky lapse for an artist who continues to rely on radio airplay for exposure. But Franks is accustomed to tempting the specter of career failure. For starters, he offers a hybrid of jazz, R&B and pop that defies marketing…