Volume I, Issue 18
October 6 - October 13, 1997
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The Man in Black
Live music preview. 
It sounds incredible, and it is...Phoenix has its own nationally recognized rap group. 
Techno-beats, sonic waves of guitar ecstasy and a singer with a pair of the cutest feet in the Salt Lake Valley. Who the hell is Cork? 
Matthew Ryan bares his soul through rock 'n' roll. 
Love Is Strange
Lonesome Bob's new album rules. 
Traveling the Gran Highway
Knoxville's Gran Torino is keeping rhythm-and-blues alive on the road and in the clubs. 
Silver Scooter puts the song first. 
Into the Groove
Having your own vinyl-cutting technology can be quite lucrative, as Austinite Troy Dalmasso has discovered. 
Performance reviews of Live, Foo Fighters, Ziggy Marley, and more. 
Bill Frisell. 
Turn Up That Noise!
An eclectic survey of recent recordings. 
Rhythm & Views
Negativland, Portastatic, Peter Mulvey. 
This week's bleeding eardrums courtesy of The Blasters and The Cramps. 
If you go gaga over the sultry smoothness of a symphonic glissando, just wait till you experience our transitions to cool and useful music links on the Web. 
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If anything in this section offends, annoys or perturbs your senses,
here's your place to scream like an angry punk rocker.
verywhere you look, it's Johnny Cash. One of my best high school
friends loves Johnny Cash. She's still got a whole box
of Johnny Cash records in her mother's garage. Another friend,
who just had a birthday, celebrated by going to see Johnny Cash
in concert. And me? I don't know nothin'. When I heard Johnny
Cash sing "Ring of Fire," my first reaction was, "Hey!
He's stealing that from Wall of Voodoo!" You see, I wasn't
properly Cashed. Not until I read this article. I think you'd
better read it too.
Let's face it, though, Cash is an old fogey. Who wants to read
about him when you could be reading about the young and the reckless?
Hell, I think I'll devote this whole Music Section just to up-and-comers.
People like NastyBoy Klick, a rapper from Arizona. I know what you're thinking: rappers in the state that rejected a Martin Luther
King, Jr. holiday? Yep, you got it; that's precisely the reason
Arizona needs rappers.
But the real rabble-rousers are those young whippersnappers on
the Internet. When bands have web sites with downloadable song clips, you
know they're downy-cheeked newbies. Just
look at the Utah band Cork -- they've got "youth" tattooed all over themselves, and probably got a few piercings to boot. Then there's Silver Scooter, an Austin band that sets up all its tour concerts via an email mailing list. What's next? Virtual groupies?
At least Gran Torino sets up its tours via the telephone. The
eight-man R&B band, however, gets there via a big RV. Whatever
happened to cramped VW vans? How can you have integrity in a slick,
air-conditioned Winnebago? Find out here, if you really want to
The best aspect of youthful musical acts, though, is the crisp
new cynicism they bring to the table. None of this old, crusty
cynicism for me. I like my cynicism fresh and pungent. That's
why I enjoyed reading this interview with the country-styled Lonesome
Bob, whose debut album Things Fall Apart features the following
I've got a girlfriend but we're not in love / We don't lift
each other up to heaven above / We like each other and we don't
like pain / We try to keep each other sane / It's not some complex psychological dynamic / It's just that loneliness is so much more problematic.
Don't you feel great? Okay, now compare that to the lyrics of Matthew Ryan, a soulful
young songwriter whose influences include U2 and the Blue Nile:
There were problems / You said there was something wrong with
me, and they were deep-seated, they were deep-rooted, and I must
have pushed them away.
Read the interview with Ryan after reading the interview with
Lonesome Bob. Could they be the same person? Well, no -- their
music styles are at odds. But lyrically, they could be twins.
So that's it for the youth brigade. Just you watch, some of these
newcomers will rise to the top. The others, unfortunately, will
be forced to get day jobs. And so it goes. And goes. And goes.
For a further glimpse into the perpetual motion of rock, this Live Shots
review encapsulates shows by Live, Luscious Jackson, Foo Fighters,
Jane Siberry, and Pizzicato Five.
And for something really groovy, this story demonstrates how vinyl-cutting technology is seeing new life in small record labels. LP recording may be old, but like Johnny Cash, it's still got
a lot of fiery life left in it.