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…
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…
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…
Only a few short years ago, when the word VJ simply meant the end of W.W. II, songs created for TV series or commercials regularly made the pop charts. The trend got its start in the Fifties, churned up a head of steam during the Sixties, and made listening to…
There must be a thousand people inside the Cameo Theatre, and this is long before the popular DJ-dance happenings currently occupying weekend nights at the venerable venue. This is way back when live concerts were the Cameo’s bread and butter, the mid-Eighties, and the Ramones are set to take the…
The name Brad Gillis must be held synonymous with Night Ranger, the mega-appeal band that broke up only after filling almost a decade with classic rock. Even so, the Night Ranger oeuvre is but one episode in the guitarist’s career. In fact, the latest chapter in the book of Gillis…
When you think of the megagroups, you should think art. Not that their music always aspired to higher aesthetic grounds. But while most of the members of Pink Floyd were architecture students, the band’s earliest and mightiest creative force was Syd Barrett, an art student. Keith Richards was studying art…
The rock world often forgets that much music achieves its evocation and influence without words. Whole forms — notably jazz and classical — downplay the need for verbal lyricism, and within others there are plenty of instances in which the instruments do all the talking. Cutting between these parameters was…
Yes, still more local efforts cross our ears and end up with ink all over them. Thanks for your feedback. Thanks for the music. Thanks for a great year. See ya in ’93. XSF Doodles (independent cassette) BY TODD ANTHONY One of the biggest cliches in the rock criticism biz…
It felt like one of those magical nights, full of promise. As I headed along Dixie Highway toward the Beach, I popped in the Christmas cassette Rat had given me, the one with the big, hand-painted, red-and-green block letters: TOILING MIDGETS/AMERICAN MUSIC CLUB. Mark Eitzel’s edgy, elegiac voice bled out…
Death Metal. Crucifixes, sacrificial altars, stained and shattered glass. Calls for murder, massacre, all-around mayhem, and, in shallower interpretations, suicide, either alone or with your friends. Blood (always blood), sex (ritual evildoings), and fears (of nothing and everything). Oh, and let’s not forget the Devil, ol’ Beelzebub himself, basking in…
Every year in springtime music-bizzers — songwriters, producers, agents, players, critics, programmers, sycophants — gather in the muggy city of Austin, Texas, for South by Southwest, an industry gathering during which they booze and schmooze and take a stab at shaping the future of rock and roll. As the Nineties…
The six members of Natural Causes, their manager Keith Schantz, and a two-man photo crew are parading down the long hallway of a Lincoln Road building, toward the back, where the musicians will pose for portraiture in their rehearsal studio. A glass door swings open and Washington Square music director…
The best thing I found in the day-after-Thanksgiving shopping orgy was a whole new rendering of Messiah on CD. The concept of Handel’s Messiah: A Soulful Celebration alone was worth risking the $16 purchase price. Understand that Handel’s Messiah is special to me. I sing it every year at the…
Keeping the lines open and dialing in area codes With the three previous installments of this feature (April, June, and September) we covered 23 recordings, a mere drop in the local-sound bucket. We hope by now you have the idea — some of these are on sale, those that aren’t…
The world is too much with reference books, guides, and the like, but the two new rock-and-roll road compendiums are something new and different. Up to a point, anyway. In February of 1991 the Addison Wesley Publishing Company shipped a softcover called The Jazz and Blues Lover’s Guide to the…
Hey, hit the highway. Get outta town. Life is a field trip. The adventure never ends. On the road. Again. And there exist a thousand other buzz phrases mating trips (sans drugs) with rock music. I remember a few years ago, cruising up the New Jersey Turnpike about 10:00 at…
I don’t know about the future, but rock and roll died Tuesday night at the Miami Arena. It was not pretty. What’s worse, it wasn’t ugly either. I literally couldn’t even get arrested. I also couldn’t believe that I was seeing rock and roll die in my lifetime and in…
It’s 1:30 p.m. on a typical weekday afternoon. The phone rings. I shove breakfast aside and pick up the receiver. “Hullo.” “Hey, Todd. Michael Bolton here.” Right. The preeningest poseur of ’em all, the consummate, definitive white opportunist making a fortune by neutering, bastardizing, aping, and otherwise exploiting classic African-American…
A little more than a decade and a half ago, when Warren Zevon was the Excitable Boy, talking a great game, playing with guns, and out-drinking anyone foolish or self-destructive enough to challenge his virtuosity with a bottle, you could’ve gotten great odds he wouldn’t survive long enough to see…
These days it seems as if every time you go to the radio, there’s another classic of rock integrity being sacrificed before the almighty dollar — “Like a Rock” hawking pickups, “Instant Karma” moving shoes, even the Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go,” a defining garage moment from…
Seems like only yesterday the Goods were “the best live band in Miami.” Blowing everybody away at Miami Rocks, tearing up Churchill’s. “If only they could get it on tape…” was the rap against them. Then came 1990’s Too True to Be Good vinyl EP and the single “I’m Not…
