Maynard James Keenan, idiosyncrasy incarnate, is explaining the value of being true to yourself by way of people who play other people for a living.
During the smooth jazz craze of the 1990s, the sophisticated voice of Basia was a welcome break from all the saxophone solos on the elevator-music radio format.
Frank Sinatra fans are happy to see his son keep the legacy alive, and musicians are even happier that he does it with a 20-piece big band.
Certainly, leaving Memphis and driving across the country to play blues in Las Vegas seems sort of backward. But trading the home of the blues for B.B. King’s Blues Club at The Mirage has worked out pretty well for Grant Garland.
Steel yourself against any holiday weight gain by burning off a few thousand calories in the pit this weekend with the return of Thrashgiving. It’s a neck-spraining metal bill heavier than turkey-day dinner plates, featuring bruising ‘bangers Warbringer, Hatchet, Hexen, Vektor, Sacrificial Slaughter, Control the Chaos and Malus Rex. And with all proceeds going to the Rescue Mission and Boys Town, the show will benefit more than just local chiropractors.
When Eddie Spaghetti used to wear a cowboy hat, it seemed like it was mostly a part of his stage get-up as frontman for rock ‘n’ roll desperados The Supersuckers.