Music does not, of course, mean the same thing to all people. To some, it implies the sweet sounds of acoustic guitars and confessional lyrics or the strains of violins or the foreign rhythms of Africa or the Middle East; to others, the term conjures the blaring catharsis of amplified…
No practice makes perfect As far as big-name lineups go, Buccinator is a little like going to the NBA All-Star Game and finding CBA players on the floor. Drummer Avery Smith doubles as the Beastie Boys’ touring percussionist; Dave Gomez used to play bass in Oiler (with Buccinator “noise guitarist”…
Heavy metal, its proponents and detractors have long maintained, is a music created by and for an audience of disenfranchised young white boys. They are the long-haired, ripped-jean, Ozzy-loving, pot-smoking, Camaro-driving kids who hang out on the smoking porch after lunch; the frustrated 13-year-old who stands in front of his…
Hip hype hooray Second Coming The Stone Roses Geffen Records If one is to dismiss bands based upon hype alone, there are dozens of lesser, more popular bands worth ignoring; andif one is to loathe a band because of its arrogance (recorded a song called “I Want to be Adored,”…
You could call it brilliant marketing or the biggest bonehead move of a young musician’s career, but either way, 19-year-old Brian Hedenberg, who fronts the band Glitter Freak, has found a way of garnering extra attention for his new local compilation CD Angels on Horseback. And it’s only going to…
Same as the old blues Live at the Grand Emporium Anson Funderburgh and the Rockets featuring Sam Myers Black Top Records Inevitably, to get it right for purists, modern bluesmen must make their music sound old, but somehow not dated; they must make it sound authentic, but somehow not derivative…
There was a time just a few years ago when Randy Erwin, once a young yodeling Texan outfitted in retro-cowboywear a handful of decades after the heydays of Bob Wills and Hank Williams, was considered something of a novelty. Folks around here eyed Erwin (born Skalicy, of Czech and Polish…
Schlub rock The tempered raves the Shakin’ Apostles have garnered since the release of their eponymous debut in 1993 throw out the Flamin’ Groovies and Moby Grape as the starting points of reference–and, just maybe, there’s a little of that dope-drenched ’60s SanFran boogie-rock to be found within the grooves…
Each time he approached some level of recognition outside his small realm of jazz musicians, James Clay retreated to Dallas–to his home, his family, a life he refused to sacrifice to fame or money. He was among the greatest jazz musicians ever to come from Texas, and yet when he…
Sitting at the bar, slumped over his beer with an unfiltered Camel smoldering between his fingers, Tom Morrell looks more than out of place. He looks out of time. In this Houston’s restaurant across the street from Prestonwood Mall, filled with suburbanites returning Christmas gifts, Morrell sticks out something fierce–his…
You say potato… The Long Black Veil The Chieftains RCA Victor As they grow longer in tooth (going on 31 years together now), Ireland’s chief exporters of trad music become more and more like Robert Altman, throwing in cameos (explicable and not so) to broaden appeal and strengthen effect. Elvis…
To be a devoted fan and follower of music is to keep pace with trends (who will be this year’s Guided by Voices? tomorrow’s Pavement?) while keeping in touch with the music’s past (should I buy the Sun boxed set or the Stax boxed set? or maybe the Monkees reissues?);…
Guilty as electrically charged To listen to Ed Hamell perform is to understand the power of the acoustic guitar–not merely as an instrument of sensitivity and frailty, but as a weapon, as a knife used to flay away skin and reveal the bloody pulp underneath. Hamell, a Yankee transplanted to…
Whenever Berta Obregon hears the sounds of salsa–the hypnotic rhythms of the drums, the rapid-fire punctuation of the horn section, the primal urgings contained within it all–she is compelled to dance. It’s a force greater than she, a provocative and sensual sound that sneaks up on her and compels her…
The fright before Christmas Two years ago, Jerry Jeff Walker and his Gonzo Zippa-Dee-Doo-Dah Band (or whatever) swung through the now-defunct Lone Star Roadhouse in Manhattan, and in a crowd filled with expatriated Texans with a little Lubbock homesick blues stood one New Jersey man who got the point. Standing…
In the late ’60s–before the Grateful Dead had ever recorded a note, just as Jefferson Airplane landed its deal with RCA Records–Richard Goldstein wrote in The Village Voice that the music emanating from San Francisco was “the most potentially vital in the pop world.” The Bay Area bands, he insisted,…
Inside its modest confines, Direct Hit Records resembles most any independent record store: CDs, new and used, line one wall; and used LPs and seven-inch singles sit in a bin smack in the middle of the store, facing another wall of new records. Near the store’s entrance, a rack displays…
The Go-Go’s have long been dismissed and forgotten–relegated to slots on new-wave-hits-of-the-’80s compilations alongside Kajagoogoo, Bananarama, and Bow Wow Wow, written off as disposable products of a disposable era that gave us the Yugo, Members Only jackets, James Watt, PeoplExpress, and Cabbage Patch Kids. Where, say, the Runaways (and Joan…
Crucify and mortify “Boilermaker,” the track that kicks off the Jesus Lizard’s 1992 album Liar, explodes suddenly and unexpectedly, as though the first couple of minutes were lopped off; you’re placed immediately into this volatile blur, a man screaming “I’m calm now” over this monstrous guitar riff that comes out…
Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Lowe The Impossible Bird Nick Lowe Upstart Records Every decade or so, Nick Lowe suffers through a breakup and emerges the better for it–less a survivor who lived to tell the tale, more a loser left to pick up the pieces and beg for forgiveness. A decade…
Dazed and bemused One night last summer, an audience of 40 or so crowded into the back of the Angry Dog in Deep Ellum, craning to hear the whispery voice of the striking young girl singing by the pool table. Surrounded by musicians who more closely resembled a band of…
With his guitar dangling from his shoulders, Andy Martin approaches the edge of the Galaxy Club stage and begins launching projectiles into the crowd–vibrators, actually, ones that work. And the crowd greets the shower of party favors with expected glee: found among the mass fashion of hard-core apparel are several…
