By Jef With One F
By Rocks Off
By Chris Lane
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
Terry is most excited about the live album, which he's making with bassist Benny Brasket, drummer Samantha Banks and unheralded Golden Triangle fret wizard Little Ray Ybarra. "He's the real deal," says Terry. "I really wanted to do this live record to document playing with him because he's the strongest blues guitarist I've played with since Joe Hughes, and I feel like he and I really do something special together."
Terry joins Port Arthur-bred harp player Walter T. Higgs, drum stalwart Uncle John Turner, blueswoman Joanna Ramirez and former Larry Davis sideman John McVey on the fledgling label, which was founded last year by Austin physician Jim Thompson.
According to Terry, the label's best release so far has been My Pleasurefrom guitarist Jeffery P. Ross. Ross has played with everybody from Rank and File, the Hellecasters and the Asylum Street Spankers to L.A. blues kings William Clarke and James Harman, and his versatility and expertise show on the album.
Lately Doc Blues has been holding regular showcases at Dominic's in the Radisson (Beltway 8 at the Katy Freeway), thus improving the city's hotel bar music scene immensely. Ross will play a special CD release show there Saturday, November 9.
An Angry Bolt from Mount Olympus
That old "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" argument has cropped up again. Two readers have taken up the cudgel on behalf of Lise Liddell, whose CD Lover's Moon was recently panned in these pages. Local musician Mark Zeus fired off a lengthy letter in which he expressed the view that the Press should reserve its barbs for national CDs. Zeus closed by writing this: "If you don't like a CD by a local artist, DON'T REVIEW IT. Find one you do and give well deserved press to someone who needs it." To which Racket replies: "He who praises everybody praises nobody."
In addition to The Fix (reviewed on page 97), Scarface's Greatest Hits is also in stores. The compo culls from Scarface's first six solo discs, and while there are no Geto Boys tracks on the collection, there are guest shots from such names as Ice Cube, Master P and 2Pac King's X is in the studio hard at work on its tenth album, which is slated for release early next year. In the interim, the band will be touring with Hammerfalland the man who has rocked for a long, long time, he who sings of wildebeests and angels, the fiend who soars on the wings of demons: Ronnie James Dio. No Houston gig is planned at this stage And finally, Nashville's legendary Ryman Auditorium was the scene of one of rock's great meltdowns on October 14. Ryan Adams took the stage and wowed the crowd with two stunning ballads. Then things took a sharp turn onto the road to weirdsville. In the words of Nashville Tennesseanmusic critic Peter Cooper, Adams got "mired in the gummy muck of self-indulgence." The wine-guzzling, chain-smoking singer stopped playing and read a book to the crowd. He hushed his band and sang "Like a Virgin" and a Minor Threat tune karaoke-style, with only a turntable as his accompaniment. Then came the pièce de résistance: When a fan jokingly requested that he play Bryan Adams's "Summer of '69," Ryan ordered the Ryman staff to hit the houselights and demanded that the offending fan be pointed out to him. Adams then fished $30 (the ticket price) out of his wallet, gave it to the fan and said his golden throat would stay silent until the unlucky man was removed from the premises. Ushers came and took him away, and the concert continued. Unbeknownst to Adams, the ushers took the fan to the balcony, where he watched the rest of the concert $30 richer than he had been five minutes before.