Before Eric Clapton was old enough to shave, Elvin Bishop was hanging out in Chicago with the first generation of electric bluesmen. A native of Tulsa, Oklahoma, Bishop brokered a National Merit Scholarship into an education that majored in 12-bar theory, generally off the University of Chicago campus he was enrolled at. When he wasn’t jamming with Muddy Walters or Junior Wells, he was dutifully going on lunch and liquor runs for Hound Dog Taylor.
Since the release of their 2009 full-length, To Plant a Seed, We Came As Romans have enjoyed an ever-growing fan base — and tour schedule. We recently found time to chat with guitarist and lyricist Joshua Moore about the band’s new album, life on the road and recent bacterial meningitis scare.
But the Aerosmith that created Pump is an altogether different animal than the classic version of the mid-Seventies. Back then, the group was a non-stop rock 'n' roll party machine, living on the edge 24 hours a day and roaring into town in search of your sisters. They were Van Halen before there was Van Halen.
Sweden's Pain of Salvation are a "progressive" band in the best sense possible. Depending on where you came in on the band's catalog, you could have a vastly different first impression from someone who was either an album ahead or behind you.
They’ve got the hair. They can rock tight pants. And lord knows, they’ve got the balls to think they can do justice to the songs of the legends. Yep, they’re all-female tribute bands, and they are kicking ass across the globe. These six bands are made up of seasoned musicians who are not only serious about laying down an authentic performance of classic rock and metal, but they also bring their own artistry to the table.
Rumors, tall tales, strange stories -- all are part of the Guns N' Roses mystique. So when the grapevine had it that Slash was collaborating with Michael Jackson, jamming with Bob Dylan, trading licks with Iggy Pop and returning to the studio with Guns N' Roses, it seemed best to file the rumors alongside a recent tabloid report that Noah's Ark was built by space aliens.
Ozzy Osbourne, clad in a screaming yellow suit and black crucifix, and Zakk Wylde, attired in custom-made flared jeans, sit side-by-side on a couch. They rise as one at my appearance, their solemn, polite handshakes suggesting men of infinite wealth, taste and breeding.
There's a lot of great music coming out in 2011, so much that it's hard to keep track of, let alone review. But I'd like to start doing just that -- reviewing albums that might otherwise pass under the radar. Of course, nothing's stopping me from checking out things that are so "on the radar" that they can't be avoided, either. But, man, I've let 2011 albums by Wilco, Pavement's Stephen Malkmus and X's John Doe go by without even a mention!