JUST THE FLACK, MA’AM

The twin pillars of the music business are talent and hype. Although talent gets all the respect, it’s hype-an art that bears no relation to taste, trends or the truthÏthat’s made the music business what it is. Make no mistake, hype is not easy. Press releases and other printed materials…

MICHAEL JACKSON BROKE MY HEART

The night I attended my very first concert, Led Zeppelin was playing in town. That’s where all my friends were, bathed in marijuana smoke and ten-minute guitar solos. The next day, they bragged about how great the concert was, and when they saw I didn’t care, they added that a…

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…

THE SAGE OF SIN CITY SOUTHA NORTHWEST LEGEND COMES IN OUT OF THE RAIN

It’s an autumn afternoon in downtown Tempe. The sun is clear and strong and there’s a breeze kicking around the aromatic remnants of the previous night’s rain. Business is brisk at the Coffee Plantation. The Tempe hot spot is cluttered with the usual crowd–students, artists, the fashionably underemployed and the…

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…

GRUNGY AND TIRED

The lights went down. From the buzzing P.A. system a voice requested, “Won’t you please welcome Nirvana!” The band ambled out onto the stage 15 minutes later. After the usual tuning of guitars and pounding of drum heads, Kurt Cobain leaned over the microphone stand, strummed the opening chords and…

LE MONDE ACCORDING TO BLACK FRANCIS

Charles Michael Kitteridge Thompson IV is bored. Mr. Thompson, better known by his stage name “Black Francis,” is submitting to an interview about his band, the Pixies. But the singer-guitarist sounds like he’d much rather be doing something else. “I’m not comfortable making a big deal out of things,” he…

ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACESNIRVANA MAKES HEAVENLY NOISE

“Uh, can I get you something?” asks the waitress. “Yeah, a beer please,” answers Nirvana’s giant, ragged bassist Chris Novoselic. The Howard Johnson server promptly leaves the table, as if she’s just been given an order in an alien dialect. Maybe she doesn’t realize she’s speaking to one of America’s…

LONG LIVE THE KINGSMOKIN’ JOE KUBEK KEEPS HIS MENTOR’S FLAME ALIVE

It was Christmas night, 1976, and Freddie King was onstage at the New York Ballroom in south Dallas. A larger-than-life character, the hulking King was pouring on the Texas blues–his guitar screaming out the chunky lines that rock guitarists everywhere still lift, his powerful voice bouncing between a bellow and…

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…