Rising Son

Interviewing T.S. Monk is akin to setting a car on cruise control at the outset of an 800-mile trip. You know that you really don’t have to do much except glance up every few minutes to make sure you’re still on the road. The 48-year-old drummer, and son of legendary…

Stone Free

Lookout for Hope has its very own heckler. He shows up from time to time at various places where the Tempe jazz trio is gigging, and stands right in front of the band. The jazz dissident, described by tenor sax player Bryon Ruth as a “crazy-looking motherfucker,” generally stands in…

Pop Tent

At the beginning of this century, the American labor movement galvanized behind a very simple premise: There’s strength in numbers. It didn’t take much insight to see that if you were working for the man every night and day, and you didn’t have a smidgen of power, the only way…

Know Doubt

Cappuccino and Cash sit outside Tempe’s Coffee Plantation on an uncomfortably cold Thursday night. If it’s a little ironic that many customers inside are plunking down cash for hot cappuccinos, no one bothers with such ironies. Certainly not Cappuccino, Cash, nor their producer P-body Scott, who sits to the right…

High Rollers

Just a short time ago, Ken Jordan and Scott Kirkland were flat broke. The digital duo had to bum rides to and from work in their hometown of Las Vegas from a girl named Crystal. But in Vegas the drinks are cheap, and the couple were able to drown their…

Glam Slam

Most people, especially those of you who just gawked at the photo on the right, wouldn’t disagree with the assessment that glam rock is dead. Few, however, might agree on what exactly is glam rock and when the bedecked patient actually stopped breathing. To some, it died when the New…

Sweet ‘n’ Low

Only three months ago, Autumn Teen Sound heralded its name change with a big bash at Hollywood Alley in Mesa. The beloved local power-pop quartet took to the stage and played its Vic Masters-penned theme song one last time, while beneath it, a mock coffin slammed shut and buried its…

Now Playing

John Wozniak’s seen the review. It’s hard to miss. There, big as life, in a recent edition of Rolling Stone, Wozniak’s band, Marcy Playground, received all of one and a half stars in a record review by a critic who likened the band’s CD to everything bad in alternative rock…

Public Image

A few months ago, indie folkstress Ani DiFranco complained to Rolling Stone that the media are so fixated on her image that they rarely consider what she’s doing musically. While her argument is valid, it overlooks one key facet of her career: She had a pretty big hand in sculpting…

Children of the Corn

Champaign County in central Illinois is home to some 175,000 people and 1,500 farms. Glaciers, like massive bulldozers, moved through this land during the last Ice Age, producing a topography so monotonous, so level, it approaches the Platonic ideal of flat. Corn is a big deal here. Detassling that corn…

O Cap’n, My Cap’n

Fire is motion. Work is repetition. This is my document. We are all all we’ve done. –Cap’n Jazz, “Oh Messy Life” For years now, the recordings of Cap’n Jazz have been sought after futilely by the small percentage of the indie nation lucky enough to have heard and been touched…

Tales From the Crypt

Bruce Connole and Richard Taylor sit outside Tempest Studio taking a smoke break. They’re relaxed and upbeat, but something feels faintly awry. Maybe it’s just because I’m so used to seeing these honky-tonk devils tear up Nita’s Hideaway on Wednesday nights, but they seem a bit out of place in…

Carolina Dreaming

Ben Folds Five has a brand-new album in the stores, but Darren Jessee doesn’t sound too thrilled about it. The drummer for the quirky North Carolina pop trio is hanging out at his Chapel Hill home, taking a brief respite from the band’s arduous, yearlong series of road excursions. Buoyed…

Recordings

Bldg 5 Foundation (self-released) It’s no accident that this Phoenix trio decided to lead off its debut CD with a song called “Freedom Sleeps in the Arms of Diversity.” On one level, the song can be seen as just a likable reggae skank with a few bars of metal aggression…

Charity at Home

The kids are not alright. That’s the message fostered by an endless stream of books and magazine articles during the course of this decade. They tell us that this generation of youth is jaded, nihilistic, apathetic, selfish and easily bored. It’s a caricature further propagated by films like Kids, All…

Town Without Pity

Ryan Adams has a bad case of the flu. The singer/songwriter/guitarist for North Carolina sextet Whiskeytown has spent the better part of this afternoon zonked out in the back of a tour bus in College Station, Texas. His tour manager has twice postponed today’s interview, apologetically explaining that Adams is…

Payne Relief

What separates truly gifted entertainers from (insert yawn) merely competent ones? It’s the ability to wrench liabilities into assets, turn catastrophes into calling cards. It’s the difference between merely recognizing chance and running chance down a dark street, then slapping it upside the head until chance screams for mercy. Chance…

Time Is Tight

Jim Andreas pauses for a moment. The Trunk Federation singer/guitarist knows that his band only has a couple of minutes left before curfew considerations force it to wrap up its set. He reminds the packed crowd that tonight’s show is being taped for a live CD, and half-jokingly suggests that…

Recordings

Ben Folds Five Naked Baby Photos (Caroline Records) In these days of instant nostalgia, we often want our memories before we’ve even compiled the necessary experiences. Of course, this also extends to music. These days, bands will put together career-spanning retrospectives even before they’ve bothered to muster a career. At…

Desert Solitaire

Moonlight. Mark Olson is staring at the moon, now hovering low in the early evening sky above the desert floor of Joshua Tree, California. He’s staring, unshaven and in rumpled khakis, not to howl or scratch or bay or even to contemplate, but to find Mars and Saturn, brightly flanking…

Eclipse of the Sonny

I never thought I’d cut a record by myself. But I’ve got something to say, I wanna say it for Cher and I hope I say it for a lot of you. –“Laugh at Me” by Sonny Bono, 1965 Because Sonny Bono played such a convincing stooge, folks always credit…

Grrl Friday

Late last year, the American music press declared 1997 to be the Year of the Woman. Rolling Stone founder/editor Jann Wenner stated in RS’ “Women in Rock” issue, “It became obvious to us that the major music story of 1997 was the rise of women artists,” while Spin’s “Girl Issue”…