One Foot in the Grave Lookin’ Good! Who’s Your Embalmer? (Triple X) Move over, California, Arizona now has the dubious distinction of being the novelty-rock-act capital of the world. We’ve even got both ends of the age spectrum covered–tots (Litl’ Willie) and the tottering (One Foot in the Grave). In…
One night last year, Def American founder Rick Rubin strolled into L.A.’s King King Club. Onstage that night was a revamped version of longtime L.A. blues band the Red Devils. Having proved his “Midas touch” on rap, metal, tasteless comedy, grunge and alternative, it suddenly occurred to the recording industry’s…
There’s not much one can say anymore to raise the hackles of Average White Band members, including co-founder and leader Alan Gorrie. Since the band was founded, in 1972, it’s suffered a heaping helping of caustic criticisms, a long series of major-label woes and one profound tragedy. It’s been more…
Just when you thought it was safe to go near the water . . . there’s a slimy new connection between aquatic life and party rock. It began with Jimmy Buffett’s “Parrotheads”–scrambled adults who suck down margaritas and totter into Buffett gigs with large, plastic shark fins strapped atop their…
To guitarist Dave Alvin, the Pleasure Barons mean a brush with a deadly, communicable disease. “During the first Pleasure Barons tour in 1989, I drank out of somebody else’s beer bottle at an after party,” Alvin says from Village Recorders, where he is working on his next solo recording. “Next…
Strict ethnomusicologists say that the first great musical innovation came from prehistoric men blowing on bugs’ wings. And to the cave men, that probably sounded fine. We know that later in human history, Chuck Berry and Elvis Presley and the rest were fairly inspired when they mated hillbilly music with…
If he had his druthers, singer-songwriter David Wilcox would have music critics, publicists and their ilk stop calling him a “folk singer.” That label, he believes, belongs to the purveyors of the protest and labor anthems of past decades, to those vocal partisans whose causes were large and whose stirring,…
Your name is Freedy Johnston. You’re a singer-songwriter from Hoboken, New Jersey, by way of Kinsley, Kansas (population 2,000). Your first album, 1990’s The Trouble Tree, concerned life and loss and repeated attempts at redemption. You placed these themes in scenarios ranging from a melancholy take on relationships to an…
Rosie Flores’ foray into the Nineties has been paved with petals. This former head hollerer for Los Angeles’ Screaming Sirens had taken her brand of electric cow-punk through the Reagan years with some success, but there was a bit of blood on the tracks, too. Nashville’s reign of musical terror…
Country music is more popular than it’s ever been. CDs and concert tickets are selling like never before. The names of Garth, Clint and Reba now carry the kind of global recognition once reserved only for Sinatra. Black cowboy hats have become the most nauseating pop-culture symbol since disco’s platform…
First the eight-track tape withered and died. Then the vinyl LP fell from favor. Next on the decaying-forms-of-playback-technology hit list is the cassette. One of the most visible signs that the cassette is beginning to wane is that local acts are turning more and more to CDs. They hold more…
Frank Fara has seen the future of country music, and it’s in . . . Denmark? “That’s right,” laughs Fara, who, along with partner and wife Patty Parker, operates Comstock Records in Scottsdale. “Country music’s come a long way from Tennessee.” For the past 15 years, Fara and Parker have…
It’s 9 a.m. on a Saturday, and Danny Wilde is pooped. After all, he’s a working musician. He’s not usually awake at this hour. Especially on weekends. “Who set this thing up, anyway?” Wilde grumbles good-naturedly about the early-morning interview. The answer, provided by an equally groggy music writer, is…
The Red River Opry bills itself as having the “most talented cast this side of Branson, Missouri.” The reference is to the famous Ozarks resort town that pioneered family-owned-and-operated country-music theatres, and it’s a loose comparison, at best. In earlier decades, 30-odd theatres across the country showcased the country talents…
You may think your city is glutted with local talent, but vocalist Jerry Lawson of a cappella group the Persuasions remembers when live music was on every street corner in Brooklyn’s Bedford-Stuyvesant section. The year was 1962, and the neighborhood’s homegrown music was a far cry from today’s horde of…
“Do you have Flaco Jimenez’s new solo recording?” The clerk at the west-side record shop responds with a blank stare that says he’s never heard of it, then rifles through the section marked “Norteno.” After 30 years of recording jukebox 45s for fly-by-night south Texas labels, Flaco, undisputed “El Rey…
One night last May, Tracy Lawrence was out doing up Nashville town. Earlier that day, he’d finished the last vocal tracks for Sticks and Stones, his inaugural album for Atlantic Records. Helping Lawrence celebrate his accomplishment was Sonja Wilkinson, a friend since kindergarten back in Arkansas. They’d hit a couple…
After 365 days and nearly that many albums listened to, the Sun Tracks staff (with a little help from their friends) gets serious and decides on the best of 1992. Robert Baird Sun Tracks editor 1. Jimmy Scott, All the Way (Reprise). Album of the millennium. Lured out of retirement…
In 1992, hip-hop produced an artist whose accomplishments call to mind Robert Johnson, Charlie Parker and Donny Osmond. No, we’re not talking about someone who changed the music like Public Enemy or De La Soul. Hip-hop’s answer to the legends of blues, jazz and Mormon rock happens to be a…
“I don’t want to be just a drummer,” says Phil Leavitt, the accomplished if reluctant stick figure for promising new pop band Dada. “Songwriting is what’s ultimately important to me. Drums are just an instrument I grew up playing. It doesn’t matter to me what other drummers are doing, who’s…
Perhaps it came upon a midnight unclear, but somewhere along the way, I became a Christmas-music fan. Everyone, even those responsible for it, admits it’s the most annoying genre of pop music ever. Individual Christmas tunes have been known to routinely engender as much pop revulsion as “Billy Don’t Be…
Green Jello may be the absolute worst band ever to sign a recording deal. And that may be too generous. The lead singer can’t sing. The band can’t play. And what’s worse, the Green Jello song list is an utterly inane collection of insipid, sophomoric, neonovelty songs based on the…
