We have wandered, it seems, into a time and space where the parameters of fun in the Nineties – bargain-basement sensation as soulless, senseless, and dumbed-down as a television sitcom – have already been exhausted. Other eras of fun are needed for fuel. The Fifties have been used up as…
As you probably know, the national concert-tour business is in worse shape than my liver. Volume this year is down some 30 percent, which explains all those illogical package tours (Sisters of Mercy on the same bill as Public Enemy?) and other tricks of the trade, such as a Warrant-Trixter-Firehouse…
Graham Drout is a great front man who puts together great bands. That said, it seems like every time I mention his Iko-Iko – which is not often enough – it’s to announce ye olde personnel change. Julian Kasper has departed the long-time Tobacco Road houser. He and his wife,…
