The innovative guitarist aims her cutting improv chops at her latest musical combo
I was five years old when I placed my first vinyl record on my parents’ Panasonic turntable. It was 1972. The album: Band of Gypsys.
Steve Earle digs into his Texas roots with a solid collection of 21st-century blues
For too long, I have been tearing local musicians' releases to ribbons, often to the chagrin, more often to the amusement of, the reading audience and the musicians themselves. Sure, once in a while you get the guy who wants to kick your ass in a …
Supergroup combines a love for America's two favorite pastimes: baseball and rock
Hip-hop is full of meaningless micro-level
subdivisions. "Gangsta" is as dead as Ice
Cube's Jheri curl. "Conscious" can now apply to anyone taking up the "Black Lives Matter" mantle. "Alternative" was bastardized by mass media for rap as …
Elder British statesman John Mayall brings a half-century of blues to Northeast Florida
Indie rock kings emerge from the shadows to give their 1998 masterpiece In the Aeroplane Over the Sea one last triumphant spin
Back in the early 1990s, I immersed myself in girlie alternative rock. This was, of course, coupled with an investigation of the grunge movement, as I was in a grunge band myself. One that played on the first “side stage” at the second annual Lollapalooza. That year, 1992, featured Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden and Ministry, among others. The band I was in, Black Cats & Bottle Rockets, played the side stage with Basehead, Genitorturers and The Jim Rose Sideshow.
A few weeks ago, a musician friend of mine named Chance released an album that includes a song written in tribute to his lifelong mentor, Ron Feldman, who died in the fall of last year from brain cancer. Ron, an Orlando-based voice and music …