POLTERGUEST

I ain’t fraid uh no ghosts, and I proved it a few days ago in Bisbee, where the lovely Bettie and I spent the night in a bed and breakfast called the Oliver House. That’s right, I’m gonna tell you about my weekend vacation. We’ll get to music later, don’t…

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Hotel X A Random History of the Avant-Groove (SST) From the capital of the Confederacy comes a quartet of white boys named Hotel X, venturing forth into the realm of cool jazz that goes with late nights and cigarettes like braces go with crooked teeth. A Random History is a…

POLTERGUEST

I ain’t fraid uh no ghosts, and I proved it a few days ago in Bisbee, where the lovely Bettie and I spent the night in a bed and breakfast called the Oliver House. That’s right, I’m gonna tell you about my weekend vacation. We’ll get to music later, don’t…

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Hotel X A Random History of the Avant-Groove (SST) From the capital of the Confederacy comes a quartet of white boys named Hotel X, venturing forth into the realm of cool jazz that goes with late nights and cigarettes like braces go with crooked teeth. A Random History is a…

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Hotel X A Random History of the Avant-Groove (SST) From the capital of the Confederacy comes a quartet of white boys named Hotel X, venturing forth into the realm of cool jazz that goes with late nights and cigarettes like braces go with crooked teeth. A Random History is a…

WAYLON, CHUBBY AND BOB MITCHUM’S KID

At last Thursday’s grand-opening gala, the Diamondback Theater in Scottsdale served up shrimp, lobster, prime rib, squid-ink pasta in an Alfredo sauce, teriyaki chicken, rivers of booze and Waylon Jennings, but these are things the Rules of Ethical Journalism prohibit me from indulging in. Like I would go out there…

A BOY OF STRUMMERRICK TREVINO PLAYS THE BARS INSTEAD OF THE OUTFIELD

Before he landed a major-label recording contract, before he filled his first dance hall, Rick Trevino flat-out knew he’d be playing in front of big crowds. He just wasn’t certain whether he’d be wearing a cowboy hat or a baseball uniform. While the 22-year-old Austinite eventually found the lot of…

YOKO BRINGS JOHN’S ART TO SCOTTSDALE?

Last Thursday, my telephone rang and on the other end was Yoko Ono. Some of you out there may be scoffing, maybe you don’t think that’s a big deal. Scoff all you want; she used to be married to my hero–Tony Cox. Only kidding! Mrs. Lennon was on the horn…

THE FAMILY THAT PREYS TOGETHER . . .

It starts in the parking lot. Drive in behind the wheel of something small, some damn Japanese car, and you feel like a fish out of water. But it’s more than that; you feel almost unpatriotic. The lot of Phoenix Civic Plaza is filled with four-wheel-drive monsters, many of which…

REMEMBERING DOUG HOPKINS

I first came to Phoenix in late September, and I had three days to find a place to live before returning back East to get my stuff and move out here permanently. I stayed with my friend, Wes, the only person in town I knew, in his apartment on University…

BOXING YOUR EARS

Good things come in small packages, as the saying goes, but at Christmastime, big packages look a whole lot better under a tree than little ones do. Back in the old days, when Santa left a 12×12 LP, it was a mouth-watering sight the next morning. Sure, CDs may sound…

TRICKLES OF RICKLES

The artistry of Don Rickles has spanned not only the decades, but virtually all mediums of entertainment. From the seminal years of the Hello Dummy album, to the film work (Kelly’s Heroes, Beach Blanket Bingo), to television’s lauded C.P.O. Sharkey and Kibbee Hates Fitch–the 1965 sitcom pilot that is now…

BUZZCOCKS RELOAD

Steve Diggle’s name-dropping again. The Buzzcocks’ guitarist is lounging around a Cleveland hotel room, telephone in hand, mentioning how he’s still “mates” with Clash co-founders Joe Strummer and Mick Jones. “I run into them in clubs now and then,” Diggle says, shrugging. “It’s always a pleasure to see em.” Diggle’s…

SUGAR HILL HAS A SWEET ACOUSTICAL SOUND

With names like Townes Van Zandt, Robert Earl Keen Jr. and Guy Clark signed to recording contracts, you might think Sugar Hill Records was housed next to some barbecue joint in Austin, Texas. It ain’t. And although it once harbored current Music City stalwarts like Ricky Skaggs and hillbilly rocker…