Sarah Dougher has all the credentials to be a feminist icon. An openly lesbian singer-songwriter on the North Carolina-based label Mr. Lady, she’s also a committed social activist, a college professor, and a member of the bands Cadallaca (with Sleater-Kinney’s Corin Tucker) and the Crabs. Little wonder, then, that gay.com…
Early last year, the Washington state band Modest Mouse took an extended trip to Chicago and made a record with Brian Deck, a central figure in the sprawling Windy City musical family that historically centers on the defunct avant-blues group Red Red Meat. When they headed back to Washington (or…
By definition, a Richmond Slut would be a resident of a San Francisco neighborhood who compromises principles for personal gain. In context of the indie rock ‘n’ roll scene, the name suggests the unblushing ability to laud oneself. Yet, at no time would you catch a member of the Richmond…
You’re in the check-out line at the supermarket. There are two TV Guides with Michael Jackson on the cover; which Michael do you buy? The nappy-haired 13-year-old from Gary, Indiana, who launched his solo career 30 years ago with “Got to Be There” or the 43-year-old from Neverland Valley who…
In the old days, people actually danced to live music. Now, with the exception of gentlemen’s establishments and awkward “Look! I have not lost it! I am down with the kids!” parental displays at wedding receptions, rock elicits next to zero dancing. Perhaps this is due to the inception of…
Atlas likes to talk about his relentless work ethic.The 22-year-old local rapper works every day as a middle-school teacher’s assistant, then works afternoons and nights for the Glendale Parks and Recreation Department, racing home to spend whatever quality time he can squeeze in with his 4-month-old son. On weekends, the…
If a rule book existed for aspiring rock critics, one of the tenets would be: “Must relentlessly slam Paul McCartney’s post-Beatles career, lest you risk embarrassing unhipness.” In some ways, the intensity of McCartney’s approximately 30 years of critical disfavor is hard to fathom. Because he was a peer of…
A dozen listens in, and the only criticism that can be leveled at I Might Be Wrong, Radiohead’s first live outing, is that it’s too short — eight songs in 40 minutes, barely enough time to get a swerve on. It’s disappointing only because Radiohead’s long been the best live…
A name like Thad Cockrell does not suggest, oh, a starchy New York City financier, a burly Texas oilfield roustabout or even a fey San Fran choreographer. Well, he could be a dusty chap or cowpoke from down around Yuma way, but that’s not the point. No, when Ma and…
Rivers Cuomo took a chance a few years ago, and from the sound of it, he’llnever take another one, at least not any time soon.On 1996’s Pinkerton, he collected every one of his confused emotions and awkward missteps for public display, tying them to songs that abandoned Ric Ocasek’s studied…
On his recently released debut solo album, former Squeeze front man Glenn Tilbrook sings, “The Monkees weren’t a real band, but I still love them.”It’s a sentiment that probably speaks for millions of music fans, who long ago fell for the prime-time primates, and refuse to let issues like authenticity…
Early last month, a host of show-biz notables gathered at Radio City Music Hall for a TV tribute to John Lennon. Besides proving that Kevin Spacey can carry a tune (his faithful “Mind Games” was spirited, if a bit jarring), the show was a reminder that the work of a…
It’s been a long day at the office, academy, or widget factory, and you’re off to catch some live music. A perfectly respectable local band opens — college guys with cultivated scruff and fabulous vintage-shop couture. They’re followed by a Luvox diva singing about herself in front of video projections…
There is a song on Preston School of Industry’s new full-length, All This Sounds Gas, that harks back to Scott Kannberg’s stint as guitarist for one of the greatest indie rock bands of all time.Actually, there’s more than one tune on the record that brings to mind Kannberg’s role in…
Pokafase can’t decide what to call his latest song.The local rapper, known until a few months ago by local clubgoers as Cappuccino, MC in the two-man group Know Qwestion, is sitting in the north central Phoenix garage studio of his producer and chief collaborator, Fade. He’s listening to Fade’s vintage…
Last year’s acclaimed I Am Shelby Lynne was a personal and artistic breakthrough for a singer who’d nearly been crushed by a decade in the Nashville songmaking machinery. Right down to its pointed title, the record brimmed with Lynne’s hunger to establish an identity of her own, one not controlled…
Name something that’s better than the Klassic Kinks. Mini skirts? Not short enough. Cherry-chocolate layer cake? Not sweet enough. Two hundred pages by J.D. Salinger? Ray Davies could paint existential dysfunction as richly in three minutes. The Beatles and the Stones? Maybe combined. In the mid- and late ’60s, Dave…
Rock ‘n’ Roll Music is the sound of four guys with a past and unkempt hair (drummer Slim Jim Phantom, guitarist/vocalist Gilby Clarke, keyboardist Teddy Andreadis, and bassist/vocalist Muddy Stardust) sipping highballs, taking the piss out of each other and writing songs that traverse the space among Memphis, Beggars Banquet,…
There was a time, early in Hank Williams’ recording career, in 1947, when Williams was swinging pretty hard, when lead guitarist Zeke Turner was permitted to show a degree of uptown flash that would not appear in the later records. And there was a long-standing rumor that Williams had recorded…
It’s a sad fact that when most casual music listeners think of the blues these days, they’re likely to picture a mullet-headed, white journeyman cranking out the umpteenth tired version of “Born Under a Bad Sign,” for tight-assed corporate execs who think soul music is the stuff Vonda Shepard plays…
The only chore that goes along with being into the Dismemberment Plan — a Washington, D.C., outfit that in about three years has gone from being the oddity of the remarkably goal-oriented D.C. punk scene to perhaps the most creative underground guitar band in the country — is deciding which…
For those unfamiliar with the history of world jazz, to say nothing of Brazilian music in toto — that is, to most of your workaday music fans north of the equator — it’s difficult to explain just how monumental an album Gil and Milton is. Try to imagine the results…
