“Jim is one of those people who has absolutely no idea what he’s capable of.” Brian Franklin sits in the corner of a nondescript North Miami Beach fast-food restaurant, munching on French fries and talking about his friend and sometime-musical collaborator, Broward-based singer-songwriter Jim Jones. But he may as well…
John Prine Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings (Oh Boy) Many listeners discovered A or rediscovered A singer-songwriter John Prine with The Missing Years, his brilliantly crafted 1991 album (produced by Howie Epstein, of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers fame) that won the whiskey-voiced vocalist a Grammy. Not nearly as ambitious,…
There’s nothing like an artist’s early death to prompt critical reconsideration A and the reputation of Frank Zappa, who succumbed to cancer in late 1993 at the age of 52, has gotten a major boost as a result of this phenomenon. At the time of his passing, the music made…
Artists and musicians, even those regarded by most as unorthodox, sometimes choose to do things by the book. But if the South Beach-based band Muse were sticking to the book, it would be a tome from the lost city of Atlantis or the wreckage of some UFO from far, far…
Morphine Yes (Rykodisc) This is one of those albums you respect much more than you like. You know — the kind you listen to over and over in an attempt to let it grow on you, before slipping it quietly into the CD rack where it will remain for quite…
The calendar says it’s 1995, but the vibe in rock and roll these days is decidedly mid-Seventies. As the Jimmy Page-Robert Plant juggernaut makes its way across the land, we’re reminded that the biggest draws in last year’s fair-to-middling concert season were highly profitable treks by the likes of the…
“Fuck it, we drove.” Milk Can’s Joel Schantz didn’t mean to encapsulate the mindset of the entire Dade County delegation in attendance at the recent Southeastern Music Conference in Tampa with his offhand remark. But as anyone familiar with Milk Can’s body of work can attest, Schantz has a gift…
Kenny Neal Hoodoo Man (Alligator) Kenny Neal is a bluesman through and through. He won’t knock you out with guitar gymnastics a la Buddy Guy or stun you with his voice like Luther Allison or cause you to do double takes on his harp licks as you would with Sugar…
Tommy Anthony doesn’t look like a pop star. He has the rough-hewn features and stocky build of an ex-football player. (In fact, if you pry a bit he’ll admit he played a little semi-pro ball with the Miami Storm.) The bandanna he frequently sports atop his head gives him a…
A corridor on the second floor of Miami Children’s Hospital in southwest Miami is set aside as the Observation Unit, a part of the sprawling medical center where sick and dying children are treated. At the end of the hallway on a recent afternoon, a group of women could be…
“Well, I’ll tell ya,” drawls tenor-sax great Illinois Jacquet by phone from his home on Long Island, “they say you always return to the scene of the crime.” Jacquet is referring to Fort Lauderdale, where he will perform with his big band on Saturday as part of the Bonnet House…
Over the years, Miami has had trouble living down its bad boy image, even among rock stars. A besotted Jim Morrison was so disgusted by the vibe here that he flashed the natives his weenie. Bob Marley did him one better by croaking here. And Bruce Springsteen stopped one of…
Laurie Anderson’s first CD/ROM, The Puppet Motel, just released by the New York software company Voyager, offers six hours of music and talk during a tour of 30 virtual rooms. Entering these meticulously detailed 3-D environments, which she designed with graphic artist Hsin-Chien Huang, users can take a stab at…
Toadies Rubberneck (Interscope) One month ago in Austin, Texas, during the annual South by Southwest Music & Media Conference, Toadies singer-songwriter-guitarist Todd Lewis tested the working order of a peculiar-looking two-microphone setup prior to the band’s 40-minute show at the cavernous Liberty Lunch club. As he did so, moving his…
It’s almost ten o’clock on a Saturday night, and 77-year-old Emilio Mario Valdez is planted firmly in front of the stage at Churchill’s Hideaway, waiting for the set by I Don’t Know to begin at the rough-and-tumble, turn-it-up-full-blast rock dive in Little Haiti. Watching intently as the first band of…
Compile a list of the best Latin jazz piano players and the obvious will appear: Eddie Palmieri, Papo Luca, Hilton Ruiz, Oscar Hernandez, Michel Camilo, Gonzalo Rubalcaba. Not as obvious, but right up there: Paquito Hechavarria. Any musician or jazz fan who has lived in or passed through Miami during…
They induced the best national acts to play in a small barroom, and now they’re shutting down. Blame the owners. Blame South Beach. Blame yourself.
Kirsty MacColl Galore (I.R.S.) Kirsty MacColl’s clear, breathy voice; knack for effortless hooks; and (occasional) biting wordplay have made her a star in her English homeland since the early Eighties, when she recorded her bouncy, rollicking “There’s a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He’s Elvis.” Here, however, she…
Skip James was a liar. He was also a thief, a drunkard, a pimp, a womanizer, a misanthrope, and a murderer. Oh, and one thing more: a brilliant blues artist. That pretty much sums up Stephen Calt’s I’d Rather Be the Devil A Skip James and the Blues, an insightful…
The spectral presence of a seemingly ordinary piano emitting music without the aid of human fingers has become, if not common, not especially alarming. Barely an eyebrow is raised when they’re sighted boisterously playing show tunes in hotel bars, or providing promenade music from a platform in the center of…
About seven and a half minutes into the ten-minute “Mother,” the final piece on the Balanescu Quartet’s 1994 CD Luminitza, violinist Alexander Balanescu almost inaudibly murmurs the word mother several times under the sound of the quartet’s gently cradling strings. His voice provides a peaceful catharsis, both child and man…
Marianne Flemming III Chords & a Bridge (Mermaid Records) Despite the album’s title, Marianne Flemming’s acoustic-guitar driven music, at its best, surpasses the usual rock and roll formula. At the deep end it can touch and chill you, as on the beautiful “Out to Sea”; at the other side of…
