“I must be incredibly lucky to be me. I mean, I might well explode if I exchanged bodies with someone else.” Robyn Hitchcock is doing it again. He’s acting the eccentric. He’s waxing metaphysical. His mind’s getting away from him. Hitchcock, the crazy uncle of postmodern pop, was supposed to…
Have you noticed that the EP, that five-song minialbum once considered a strictly European innovation, has come back into its own after years of disfavor? Why EPs, one of many now-extinct New Wave-inspired phenomena, lost favor in the mid-Eighties remains a mystery. But today they’re back with a vengeance, both…
You see them at work. You see them at school. Loners. Weird guys with strange looks on their faces. Goofy guys with bodies that don’t seem to fit together and minds that don’t seem to work just right. They wear the wrong clothes, they laugh at the wrong times. They’re…
What would it take for you to believe there was a conspiracy against you? One involving the U.S. government? One in which your loved ones had been murdered? Wherever John Trudell’s life leads, he will always be able to close his eyes and return to February 1979. Twelve hours after…
Home in Music City for a rare, brief respite from the road, Delbert McClinton seemed anything but relaxed. Once our attempt at having a telephone conversation–interrupted a near-dozen times by barking dogs, call-waiting beeps and ghostly, third-party voices–was consummated sans interference by switching to a private phone line, there were…
This installment in New Times’ occasional review of local music product could be called “The Young and the Restless.” Along with a couple of debut tapes by young bands, we also take a look at a tape and a single by the recently split Cryptics, led by Valley music veteran…
It was old hat and new house in downtown Phoenix this past Saturday night as neocountry godfather George Strait inaugurated the fresh, flashy digs at the new America West Arena. The young crowd, clad mostly in multigallon brims, achingly tight Wranglers and dead reptile and bird boots, began gathering in…
The concept of a series of pop songs concerning the cancer deaths of two friends is dubious at best–likely to succeed neither as philosophical exploration nor as enduring pop. On his new album, Magic and Loss, however, Lou Reed, still one of rock’s most contradictory figures, comes impressively close to…
Although he’s being diplomatic, Jason Newsted is thinking something a little more pointed about people who say Metallica’s gone soft. Part of his frustration comes from having to answer questions about how big the band has become, how tunes like “Enter Sandman” are pop and why the band that defined…
Scottsdale musician Ray Herndon couldn’t be happier with the success his band, McBride and the Ride, has achieved. Well, actually, he probably could be happier, but Herndon is reluctant to knock a good thing. “Oh, I’m very content,” the tall, longhaired lead guitarist for the harmonic-happy, neo-country trio asserts, leaning…
It seems like only yesterday that the once-rebellious Mick Jagger uttered those portentous words, “I don’t want to be doing this when I’m 40.” Or was it 50? Either way, Jagger was speaking about music, of course, not business. Because when it comes to business, the Stones will never retire…
You and Your Sister, the first album from Gainesville, Florida’s Vulgar Boatmen, typified an emerging new movement in American alternative rock. Like New York’s Silos and Canada’s cult faves the Odds, the Vulgar Boatmen played music that had more in common with traditional rock ‘n’ roll than most 1980s pop:…
Someone smart once said that the most courageous act an individual could make was to change his mind. Consider Buffalo Tom a courageous act. The Boston-based Buff Toms have a four-year rø¡esumø¡e of hard-charging guitar songs ranging in texture from crunch to grunge. The band’s 1989 debut was appropriately released…
Somewhere near the end of Going Blank Again, the aptly titled recent release by Ride, there’s a point at which the unfortunate listener is presented with a dubious set of choices. Singer-guitarist Mark Gardner and the rest of Ride have muddled their way through almost 50 minutes of monotonous moans…
In lyric and life, on stage and in stereo, Robert Earl Keen Jr. is a very funny fellow. However, the Houston-born-and-bred musician with the cool, slightly quirky Southern tones and clever lyrics found nothing humorous about a poster heralding his appearance at one of his 150 road shows in 1991…
To say that former Motley Crue lead singer Vince Neil has a tarnished driving record is a bit of an understatement. While driving under the influence of alcohol in 1984, the now-30-year-old rocker plowed head-on into an oncoming car, killing his passenger and severely injuring the couple in the car…
In 1963 the Who’s Pete Townshend made a shocking musical discovery. A fellow art-school student played an album by American jazz-blues pianist Mose Allison. My American friend,” recalls Townshend in the liner notes of an old Mose Allison reissue, grins like his eyeballs are on fire and produces the cover…
Remember Mork and Mindy? On that TV series, writers used Robin Williams’ alien to make trenchant observations about American culture. Because the lines came from Mork, they seemed amusing and thoughtful, not threatening. Several years ago, my wife and I hosted our own Mork. Only his name was Moulaye and…
There’s something very intriguing about photographs of jazzman Al Di Meola. In every recent shot, the guitarist’s handsome looks are overshadowed by an uncomfortable intensity. Even when smiling, Di Meola conveys the kind of anger and pain seen in someone recently jilted. And in a sense, the jazz guitarist has…
If Rodney Crowell’s father had had his way, his son would have become a baseball player instead of the major-league singer and songwriter he is today. Rodney would be ripping triples to deep center instead of garnering triple Grammy Award nominations and winning one. He’d be lining his mantle with…
Becoming famous overnight can be hell. Just ask Nirvana. Or Teenage Fanclub. Two years ago, both groups were struggling indie bands whose latest records, while not stiffs, were not setting the world on fire. Still, these discs, Bleach and A Catholic Education, respectively, were solid enough to warrant A&R flybys…
Art and Aaron Neville were standing in the tunnel leading to the Celebrity Theatre stage. Like most headliners who take on local bands to fill out the bill, the Nevilles rarely know, let alone watch, their openers. But this night, the brothers had been drawn out of their dressing room…
