Monday, September 10 2001
He is still unmistakable, visually and aurally, after all these years. A huge man, six foot four and weighing 250 pounds, always photographed with his trademark
Lucy Kaplansky has one of the better—and most-repeated—biographies in the folk-pop world. She grew up in Chicago and was singing solo in coffeehouses
Release date of September 11, 2001. The inside photograph shows what might be a small impromptu shrine—a white kitchen candle with a burned wick but no
Jude Christodal covers a song by Bread on his new album, King of Yesterday. Not that there’s anything wrong with that per se—but
Sometime in 1928 in Canton, Mississippi, ten-year-old Elmore James began playing his first instrument, a homemade guitar called a “diddly-bow” that he had made himself from
“Fo’Shizzle my Nizzle.” These were the words the dribbled out of the mouth of the Rev. Jesse Jackson as he “graced” the stage at
Jamiroquai’s fifth album, 2001: A Funk Odyssey, is an intergalactic break dance across a lighted disco floor. Dipping and spinning, it flirts with Bootsy Collins,
There are plenty of reasons not to like JJ72’s debut album, which appeared everywhere else last August but just being released here now, if
It would seem an odd choice for a drummer to be paying tribute to a saxophonist, but that odd prejudice flies out the window when
Ferocious as it is, the acoustic strumming which opens John Hiatt’s latest does not prepare for the onslaught that quickly becomes “Everybody Went Low”.
Bruce Lundvall is a very intelligent man. He has single-handedly revived Blue Note Records to its former position as the most interesting label in jazz
For most of his career, Ben Folds has thrived on examining those things that needle and surprise us from within -- even in his fictional narratives, you can sense very real experiences whispering from the shadows. Beneath the versatile Tin Pan Alley flourishes and Randy Newmanesque pop sheen of his songs, Folds's attitude ranges from heartfelt to smirking to unforgiving (sometimes all three at once).
“Alternative Tentacles will not carry these CDs in our mail order. I will not sign them. I don’t even want them in my collection”.—
A happy marriage would move these guys from Saturday Night to Sunday Morning. But with the bride running from the altar, well, that means the Derailers are back in the honky-tonk, right where they belong.
It’s right there in the liner notes. I’m referring to the problem with Johnny Carson On Comedy, a new CD from Laugh.com.
Boy, do I feel like an idiot. After enjoying the hell out of 1999’s rock-electronica opus Surrender, I jumped when a new Chemical Brothers disc
Having had some unpleasant encounters with rock guitars lately and a blazing row with a “real” jazz fan—who was mortified by a deep house
The Charlatans have never been the most original band, but their combination of every cool-sounding musical style ever approaches an original sort of derivativeness.
It was with John Mayall’s Bluebreakers that Eric Clapton first accrued status as Britain’s premier guitar hero. His groundbreaking electric blues playing made
Undoubtedly the oldest adage offered to writers is the trite “write about what you know”. San Franciscans Beulah seem to have taken the phrase to