Looking at classic-rock record covers is like going to a modern art museum. Here, next to the Rothkos, there’s the iconic, prismatic cover for Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, designed by Storm Thorgerson’s Hipgnosis firm. Over there, just beyond the pop art gallery, are Peter Corriston’s Rolling Stones…
For any rock music fan opposed to cultural hegemony or self-righteous sanctimony, it’s difficult to resist gloating over the fact that U2’s Pop album and its ongoing U.S. tour have bombed. The tour’s most noteworthy emblem is a gigantic stage prop in the shape of a lemon, and that could…
Puff Daddy & the Family’s No Way Out is as stunningly slack a piece of work as has ever been issued by a major rap act. Puff Daddy, born Sean Combs, has one of the weakest verbal flows of all time; he mouths wan rhymes in a pinched monotone that…
Arthur “Big Boy” Crudup Look on Yonder’s Wall Magic Sam The Magic Sam Legacy Roosevelt Sykes Feel Like Blowing My Horn Big Joe Williams Piney Woods Blues (Delmark) Slickness is bad for practically every type of music, but for the blues it’s fatal. The appeal of blues is rooted in…
Bridges to Babylon The Rolling Stones (Virgin) Although they’ve never really gone away, the Rolling Stones have had more “comebacks” than Richard Nixon. Every time they emerge from their cocoon of luxury for a new album, Rolling Stone magazine assures us that they’re back, that previous Stones records may have…
All Mick Fleetwood wanted was a guitarist. Fleetwood Mac’s drummer was checking out the studio of engineer Keith Olsen when he heard a track from an obscure California duo named Buckingham Nicks. Looking for someone to replace departed guitarist Bob Welch, he sought out the nimble-fingered Lindsey Buckingham. Perhaps out…
Labor of love. Labor of love. Labor of love. If I had a nickel — wooden or otherwise — for every time I’ve read (or overheard) someone recycle that soggy cliche, I could quit this writing nonsense tomorrow and pursue my dream of climbing Pamela Lee’s breasts unaided by Sherpas…
Bob Dylan Time Out of Mind (Columbia) There’s a federal statute prohibiting anyone who doesn’t admire Bob Dylan from becoming a rock critic, so it’s no surprise that I’m crazy about a great many of his recordings. Highway 61 Revisited and The Basement Tapes are my favorites, followed by Bringing…
Billie Joe Armstrong could be forgiven if he were to display a bit of an ego. After all, his band Green Day sold more than nine million copies of its major-label debut, 1994’s Dookie, and almost single-handedly brought punk rock back aboveground. Spin magazine crowned him the “King of Punk.”…
Down a row of dark warehouses off Biscayne Boulevard, a solitary pair of green floodlights illuminates the entrance to Alex Diaz’s North Miami Beach apartment. Inside, Diaz, the founder of ethereal folk rockers Ho Chi Minh, has perched himself atop a monitor at the center of the cavernous warehouse space…
La Casa de la Trova in Santiago de Cuba occupies a small colonial building with high-beam ceilings and long street-level windows that at noon on a September Sunday are filled with the faces of people looking in. The austere room feels more like a chapel than Santiago’s most storied music…
It’s 8:30 on a sultry Thursday evening and Rose’s Bar & Music Lounge looks, well, strange. Usually at this hour there are just a few hard-core sots sucking down two-for-one happy hour drinks. But tonight there are plenty of people — and hardly any of them are drinking. A liberally…
It’s Praying Time Miami Mass Choir (Savoy Records) The Miami Mass Choir is on a mission. Formed in 1995 under the guidance of gospel veteran Marc Cooper, the choir, whose 50-plus members are drawn from Miami-area churches, has toured extensively. It’s Praying Time is the group’s debut CD, ten songs…
Thanks in part to his atmospheric soundtrack for Paris, Texas, guitarist Ry Cooder has gained an international reputation as a distinctive composer.
To commemorate August’s twentieth anniversary of Elvis Presley’s death, MGM Home Entertainment has released a video gift set containing all 31 of Elvis’s movies in a guitar case. Maybe they should have been packaged in a coffin instead, since the majority of the King’s film output has more in common…
Resigned Michael Penn (57/Epic) Michael Penn is best remembered for two radio hits (“No Myth” and “This & That”) that are now nearly a decade old. His last disc, Free-for-All, came out a full five years ago. So it’s good to hear him return with a pop album as assured…
Chorrillos, the black neighborhood outside Lima, Peru, where Susana Baca grew up, borders the sea, and her speech mimics the rolling rhythm of breaking waves. Laughter rims Baca’s rich voice, even as she talks on the phone from a hotel room in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, on a recent afternoon. The…
The other day I had a vision. I was standing on a vast plain, and the plain was a pale brown that verged on yellow. All of a sudden a huge black block fell out of the sky and clocked me. Down I went. Just before I lost consciousness, I…
For more than a decade, John Fogerty has not been heard from much, since 1986’s Eye of the Zombie (which, in rare form, came merely a year after he released his double-platinum comeback Centerfield). During those eleven years he surfaced with the infrequency afforded rock and roll legends and shut-ins,…
Interiors Brad (Epic) Along with tribute albums, side projects have become prevalent to the point of cliche in the Nineties. Composed of overcooked egos and half-baked musical ideas, most of these projects collapse under the weight of their own indulgence. Brad is a worthy exception, a quartet that plays its…
Tall and solidly built, attorney Richard Friedman is informally attired in an indigo denim shirt, stonewashed jeans, and white leather sneakers. A sliver of white undershirt peeks out from his open collar, bespeaking lawyerly propriety. The midfiftyish Friedman has spent the day moving from his Dadeland Towers office in Kendall…
It’s about the last thing you’d ever expect to see on a Saturday afternoon of mall prowling: the Goods, local rockers legendary for their anti-corporate tilt, playing at Dadeland Mall. And not just at Dadeland, mind you, but inside the young men’s junior department of Burdines. Surely this is a…
