Bands just don’t get much less glamorous than the Pirates of the Mississippi. Sure, they’re sitting pretty now with a chart-happy debut album, fueled by a driving cover of Hank Sr.’s “Honky Tonk Blues,” but Nashville’s grimiest-sounding country band spent a good part of the late Eighties, literally, in the…
When most proud papas want to show off their offspring, they pop a home video into the VCR or pull out a stack of wallet-size photos. But when Rave-Ups singer-guitarist Jimmer Podrasky wants to give friends an eyeful of his number one son Chance, he turns on MTV or pulls…
For sixteen years, fans of heavy-metal band Judas Priest have been accustomed to seeing lead singer Rob Halford in his trademark stage dress, a menacing armor of black leather and silver studs that even Attila the Hun might have found a bit too butch. But a few months ago, as…
Flashback to the late Sixties: A prepubescent Dan Murphy is drooling over the cover of an album from his parents’ collection. It’s a Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass record featuring an unclothed Hispanic beauty slathered up to her false eyelashes in whipped cream. Murphy calls the provocative cover of…
Every time she scanned the Billboard chart in the summer of ’89, Indigo Girl Amy Ray had to chuckle. Perched near the top of the pops, frighteningly close to the likes of Paula Abdul’s Forever Your Girl and Don Henley’s The End of the Innocence, was the Indigo Girls’ self-titled…
It’s easy, at first, to like, even admire Jane’s Addiction singer Perry Farrell. Ever since JA made its way onto a major label in 1988, he’s shown off a nasally sonic voice that hits you in the heart and solar plexus at the same time. And he’s one of rock’s…
Whether they like it or not, the Blazing Redheads are one of the more confrontational groups on today’s music scene. But it’s not the San Francisco band’s “rhythmo-fusion” sound–a percussive concoction of danceable rhythms reaching from Africa to Brazil by way of jazz and R&B–that gives its audiences pause. Simply,…
Anyone who thinks the blues ain’t nothin’ but a doggone heart disease needs a stiff dose of Little Charlie and the Nightcats. This Sacramento-based band substitutes comedy for sorrow and gets away with it. “That’s the way of dealing with life’s troubles–laughing at them,” says guitarist Charlie Baty in a…
In its heyday, Chicago produced some of the best bluesmen ever. Legendary names like Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Willie Dixon, and Otis Spann called Chi-Town home. But behind all these legends was a slew of back-up musicians who got no glory. One lesser-known who played with all of these cats…
A couple dozen black-clad kids are moping around outside Tempe’s Asylum nightclub. It’s a full five or six hours before the Rollins Band show is scheduled to start, but apparently these punks want to stake out their slamming space early. Of course, it isn’t the Rollins Band these teens are…
Scrawl guitarist Marcy Mays straddles a barstool at Tempe’s Sun Club, sipping a beer and reflecting on the small-potatoes status of her all-female band. “You have to wonder,” muses Mays in a preshow interview, “where we’d be if we wore corsets.” Mays wouldn’t be caught dead in a corset. In…
Three years have slipped by since the last Michael Franks release–a risky lapse for an artist who continues to rely on radio airplay for exposure. But Franks is accustomed to tempting the specter of career failure. For starters, he offers a hybrid of jazz, R&B and pop that defies marketing…
When the Miller Brewing Company first approached Take 6 about recording a jingle for one of its beers, the company was probably thinking about the exemplary work the Grammy award-winning sextet had already done for other advertisers. After all, the a cappella vocal group’s cool, finger-poppin’ sound–a kind of jazzy…
Each spring for the past half-dozen years, Tex-Mex surf-rockers Joe “King” Carrasco and the Crowns have spent a week on Texas’ South Padre Island. Located a hurled jalapeno from Matamoros, Mexico, this Gulf Coast isle is Texas’ answer to Fort Lauderdale during spring break: Yearly, more than 60,000 cerveza-soaked collegians…
The Neville Brothers take a back seat to no one when it comes to reflecting New Orleans’ diversity of influences and wealth of talent. Their sound is a stew of rock ‘n’ roll, rhythm and blues, gospel, funk, soul, pop and Mardi gras Indian rhythms. Individually, the Nevilles have recorded…
Life could be worse for Kenny G. The saxophonist’s latest release, a double live disc, hasn’t left the Billboard Top Contemporary Jazz Albums chart for the past forty weeks. He’s also been been fortunate enough to further his career by recording with Whitney Houston, Smokey Robinson, Aretha Franklin and, most…
Pick up a copy of Scatterbrain’s debut album, Here Comes Trouble, and you’ll probably find a label slapped on the disc instructing record stores to file it in the “rock” section. Of course, with all the slap bass on the album, it would make just as much sense to file…
When Bud Gould invited Charlie Parker and a few other musicians into a Kansas studio fifty years ago, he had no idea that history was in the making. Gould, a former NAU music professor now living in Sedona, had just graduated from Wichita University. While waiting to be drafted for…
So you’ve already forked over $26 to give little Brittany the night of her life at the New Kids on the Block concert. Mistake No. 1, blithely ignorant parent. If you’re smart, and you pay attention to the following handy-dandy (and utterly phantasmagorical) guide to the telltale signs of impending…
“Sometimes,” says Jeff Dayton, a Valley musician made good, “I sort of forget who I’m up there on the stage with. You know, after three years of doing it, you can start to take things for granted. And then we’ll be playing somewhere, and I’ll be standing behind him, and…
When Mad Gardens closed its doors in early 1984, the Valley’s punk community was up in arms. Many slam-dancing teens had spent some of their happiest hours in the wrestling arena-cum-punk club in the previous three years. Promoter Tony Victor, who ran the grimy Van Buren venue on Saturday nights,…
Ever wonder what happened to some of the Valley’s former punk V.I.P.’s? While a few still are fixtures on the scene, others packed up their whips, chains and dog collars and fled Phoenix years ago. For example, it’s been nearly a decade since most locals lost track of Frank “Rat…
