Dr. Ivan Petrovich Pavlov could have easily predicted how the tune broadcast from an ice cream truck would affect most people. Let a few bars of that familiar melody resonate through a neighborhood, and everyone screams for ice cream. The brilliant Pavlov collected a Nobel Prize in 1904 for his…
Young, old, white, black, Latin, in suits, shorts, cowboy hats, and platform shoes, with long hair, shaved heads, or balding — people packed together at tables and wedged on the stairs, mingling, relaxed. The crowd gathered in the restaurant space of the Park Central Hotel on the evening of Tuesday,…
Ted Hawkins The Ted Hawkins Suffer No More (Rhino) Ted Hawkins The Final Tour (Evidence) In many ways the late Ted Hawkins, who spent the bulk of his career singing for tips on the Venice Beach boardwalk just outside Los Angeles, embodies the stuff of a blues romantic’s sweetest dreams,…
Sam McBride takes the telephone receiver from his wife Suzy and grunts a quizzical “Hello.” Slightly out of breath, he’s just walked in the door of the couple’s East Bay duplex, and he explains somewhat apologetically that things have been hectic in the past 24 hours, what with the recent…
Currently being posited as an alternative to the mournful noisy rock out of the suddenly loathed Northwest are all kinds of Good-time Joe’s Toe-Tappin’ Jug Band-type nonsense — as though the opposite of morbidly paralyzing introspection were witless grinnin’. Well, there’s another option that has yet to be seriously considered:…
Imagine, if you will, music that is beheld. Imagine stepping into an orchestra and experiencing it from the inside. From that vantage point the view is inseparable from the notes. It’s not watching like one watches television, but rather seeing in the mode of listening — images are nonsymbolic, direct…
Kelly Mason, age sixteen, recalls with glee a recent Christian rock concert she attended. “It was the first time I’d been to a Presbyterian church with a mosh pit,” she says, “and you’d step out of the pit and there’s blood on the floor. And I’m like, ‘Yes! This rocks!'”…
James Iha Let It Come Down (Virgin) On his first solo release, Smashing Pumpkins guitarist James Iha eschews his band’s more wrenching form of heart surgery in favor of the tender Neil Young-style ballads that are often washed down with whiskey and tears. Iha’s earnest songwriting and singing will no…
While some would argue that there are many jackasses in contemporary music, there’s only one elephant butt — or so I believed for more than three years. In 1994 at the now-defunct Stephen Talkhouse in Miami Beach, completely by accident I saw and heard a quartet of Russian musicians with…
Although it’s buried near the end of a CD EP and presented as a rough demo, “Happy Hour” may be the song that best explains at least part of the creative drive and artistic aesthetic behind the writing of Everclear auteur Art Alexakis. In it the 35-year-old Portland, Oregon, resident…
Like a lot of seventeen-year-old boys, Jonny Lang is having trouble waking up. It’s almost one o’clock in the afternoon, but Lang sounds groggy, distracted, still lost in dreams. Unlike most seventeen-year-old boys, Lang has a pretty good excuse: He spent the previous evening opening for the Rolling Stones in…
Sax player Eric Allison, looking casual yet distinguished in a black jacket, a light-gray collarless shirt with the top button opened, and dark gray slacks, is in a good mood. Heading toward an outdoor table for a pre-gig meal at Sterling Worth Cafe in Plantation, where he is scheduled to…
Groovie Ghoulies Re-Animation Festival (Lookout!) The Donnas American Teenage Rock ‘n’ Roll Machine (Lookout!) Rock shtick has a short radioactive half-life. For example: When was the last time you listened to late-Eighties English dipsticks Gaye Bykers on Acid’s Drill Your Own Hole? Somehow, Sacramento-based schlock-rock trio Groovie Ghoulies (bassist-vocalist Kepi,…
Various Artists !Ay Califas! Raza Rock: The ’70s & ’80s (Rhino/Zyanya) To the listening public, new directions in music often seem like Athena sprung fully armed out of … nowhere. But musicians know better. They’ve seen, and often adored, the hidden head of Zeus. For example, few of the musicians…
To the uninitiated, the X-ecutioners’ preference for the term “turntablists” rather than “DJs” might seem an affectation, or might at least come across as a bit uptight. But this winter, on their first American tour, the New York City crew feels validated by the many satisfied customers who have told…
On January 22 the world watched as the pope homilized in Cuba, but for maestro Frank Emilio Flynn and his friends, the truly historic event was happening on this side of the strait. That night the influential 77-year-old Cuban pianist, whose rhapsodical playing reflects a lifelong passion for American jazz,…
Various Artists Good Will Hunting (Capitol Records) Most movie soundtrack albums function more as marketing ploys than coherent musical statements. Songs are either tagged on as blatant record-company favors or used to sell a piece of Hollywood hackwork on VH1. Gus Van Sant’s Good Will Hunting is a different story…
We’re barely into 1998 and, much like the year that preceded it, death has already tainted its arrival, an unfortunate but inevitable continuance of 1997’s massive body count. That year was kicked off by the January 1 death of singer-songwriter and cult icon Townes Van Zandt. By the end of…
You Am I Hourly, Daily (Sire Records) You Am I is a Sydney, Australia, trio that has achieved an oddly impressive distinction during its six-year history: It has somehow managed to build a zealous American fan base without actually releasing anything in America. Hourly, Daily, its third album (following hard-to-find…
Night falls loudly on a recent Sunday evening in Riverside, the downtown barrio wedged between the Miami River and Flagler Street. The sizzle of frying food and snatches of Spanish-movie dialogue leak from the windows of faded stucco apartments, as dogs bark behind chainlink fences surrounding small, shaggy yards. Bass-heavy…
A few weeks ago I was watching MTV, and Kurt Loder was interviewing Marilyn Manson on the subject of Hanson. The esteemed Mr. Manson, unbloodied for the moment but still sporting that corpse-white glow, had this to say: “Those little boys scare me…. I think they’re instruments of the devil.”…
In their classic soul ballad, the Persuaders persuaded pop fans that “there’s a thin line between love and hate.” In their fine cover of that classic soul ballad, Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders pretended to agree. But the truth of the matter is that there’s a wide gulf between love…
