Irrefutable Evidence

Although the “big” acts at the Chicago Blues Fest may continue to ring in your ears long after the fact, it’s often the sidewalk musicians or the back-alley bar bands that leave the most lasting impressions. Sure, Albert Collins grinded his ax with his teeth, but that dude with the…

The Once and Future James

So this man arrives in heaven, natty in a white suit coat and shoes shined to glare, and the security guard at the pearly gates greets him with a clipboard and a pen. “Name?” “James Brown,” says the man. “Yeah, right, and I’m St. Peter.” “My name,” the man repeats,…

The Look, the Feel, the Sound…

Like Athens (Georgia, that is) in the Eighties, Seattle in the Nineties has been scooped and hyped ad nauseum as the Scene of the Minute. The airways are rife with some thing called “the Seattle Sound,” and the runways are featuring the bold, new look of “grunge” (as if Seattle…

The Worst of Miami

The sinewy young tough with the skull tattoo etched into his bicep is beating a hasty retreat from Washington Square. On his way to the door, he passes under the white board across which is scrawled, in multicolored lettering, “Wednesday, March 3, Worst Band in America!” “What’s the hurry?” someone…

Rotations

Tragically Hip Fully Completely (MCA) By Steven Almond We don’t honestly expect this band’s third full-length to score their deserved breakthrough, particularly if Americans prove as lazy and gullible as usual (did someone say “Donny Osmond comeback”?). But hey, Michael Jackson’s face is still structurally sound. Anything’s possible. Less insistent…

Virtual Woodstock

Come all ye faithful, be ye friend or be ye foe, and throw down your weapons, toss out your prejudices, shred your inhibitions, lift up your arms and rejoice. For there’s a new and pure and mighty sound on the horizon, and it knows no color other than kaleidoscopic, and…

A Real Kick in the Pants

They kicked up a lot of dirt on their way out of the local scene and into the national spotlight. The road that brings these guys back into town seems free of the obstacles they tore down on their way out. They’re our own homegrown rockers, Saigon Kick. But let’s…

The Island Club

Bassist Bobby Reynolds likens the phenomenon to “a skin graft that didn’t take.” Since taking the MCA plunge, Reynolds’s band, the Mavericks, has been on a wild ride. From Hell to Paradise, their major-label debut, corralled a herd of glowing reviews from the likes of USA Today and Billboard. Yet…

Rocks on the Rocks

You wanna play your little games, I’ll play your fucking little games. I heard all the rumors, the innuendo, the kvetches, gossip, and comments during Miami Rocks! (a two-night showcase of local bands at Club Nu on February 19 and 20), Miami Rocks Out (a pre-showcase smatter featuring several dozen…

Right in the Nuts

Some musicians are satisfied with past accomplishments, basking in the gold and platinum records collecting dust on their walls. Others look at the past as exactly that, and move toward new beginnings, new directions, particularly the direction that leads toward the top of the charts. Guitarist and singer Ted Nugent…

Fear and Loathing on South Beach

I don’t know whose idea it was to lock Doc Wiley (Washington Square), John Tovar (band manager), Sandra Schulman (Sun-Sentinel, XS), Lisa Cillo (WKPX-FM), Laura Regalado (WVUM-FM), Ariyah Okamoto (Snatch the Pebble), Curt McIntosh (Long Distance Entertainment), Glenn Richards (latent axe murderer), and me in a room without adult supervision,…

The World Accordion to Terrance

Admittedly what most people remember from the movie The Big Easy is either the steamy love scene between Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin or Quaid’s cockeyed Cajun accent. Louisianans from Thibodaux to Natchitoches howled at Quaid’s mangling of the vernacular, especially the way he said “cher” (it’s pronounced “sha” as…

Miami Story

They hang there framed and encased in glass, preserved memories of Miami’s occasional reach up into the stratosphere. If you crane your neck back far enough, you can read the names: Ted Nugent, the Eagles, Yngwie Malmsteen, Bob Seger. All have gold or platinum records, all a part of music…

Diamond is Forever

Want a surefire way to silence a South Beach conversation? Mention that your next assignment is none other than Neil Diamond. And watch as a rash of too-cool profiles creep into question marks. But the faces won’t be asking who. They’ll be asking why. Why Neil? Why now? And then…

Pierce Ears

Call him Paradox Pierce Pettis. So close to stardom his diehard corps of fans can taste it, Pettis himself still says, “I’m about as obscure as you can get and still be doing this.” The comment might be borne of humility, but it’s also the plain truth. One need only…

Hat Trick

Maybe it was the fact that when they released their first full-length cassette, they designed each one for its individual purchaser. Maybe it was the night they opened for Nuclear Valdez at a packed University of Miami patio and took everyone on an unforgettable mystery tour. Maybe it was the…

Prisoners of Rock and Roll

A pretty big record company A eastwest records america A has just released an album by, and begun a hype blitz for, a band called Deep Jimi and the Zep Creams. They are from Iceland and, as their name suggests, they have a fondness for a musical style twenty-some years…

The Big Paradox

Only in the rarest instances is a band’s chosen name relevant to anything. (Names given to bands, on the other hand…) When too much is made of a moniker, it’s usually at the hands of some naive and marginally literate music writer, desperate for something semi-interesting to write, concerned mostly…

John Soler gives birth to a Buffett table of tasty sounds

Maybe they’ve forgotten to bring their guitars with them. Maybe they’ve had too much to drink. Maybe they just don’t feel up to it. Whatever the reason, the last scheduled performer of this open-mike Wednesday night at Cactus Cantina has stepped away from the microphone, leaving five minutes to kill…

Wild Bill’s Big List

Printed here is the list of inaugural entertainment obtained from President Clinton by New Times. In tribute to outgoing veep Danny Quayle, we’ve used the new administration’s spelling on all names. (Yes, we’d also like to know who Whoopi Goldbert is.) Beyond (mis)spelling, don’t count on this for complete accuracy…

White House Music

Now that Skinny Elvis has his stamp, Fat Elvis has ascended into the White House, and Saddam Hussein has so graciously consented to single-handedly reversing CNN’s ratings slump, the time has finally come to refocus our nation’s awesome problem-solving skills on a deeper dilemma, one that threatens to lower the…

Cool, Cool, Cool

Ask any rock operative, be they critic, barfly, informed groupie, or guitarslinger, from the birth of Aerosmith to the rise of Sonic Youth, to name two of the most influential rock bands of all time, and chances are they’ll answer not with the expected Beatles and Stones, but, if they’re…