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Late in the afternoon, the four members of Hootie & the Blowfish--singer Darius Rucker, guitarist Mark Bryan, bassist Dean Felber and Sonefeld--leave the small bar where they have been hiding/waiting/drinking and head to a tent behind the stage where they are scheduled to perform. The crowd begins murmuring in delight and shock as word spreads that the band is backstage. A chant builds: Hoot-ie! Hoot-ie! But just then--and, if you're a student of outdoor rock festivals, you knew this would happen--it begins to rain. Hard. Noah's ark hard. But at this point, there...
...black division," says Lenny Kravitz, whose guitar-driven music is deeply indebted to the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix, among others. "They would listen and say, 'We hear your talent, but you really can't make this music.' They would try to steer me toward pop." Guitarist Vernon Reid's sound reflects what he recalls as a "heretical" musical upbringing, shaped equally by Chaka Khan and Led Zeppelin. Angry and baffled by the failure of major record labels to acknowledge the music his band, Living Colour, and other adventurous musicians around New York City were making, Reid organized the Black Rock...
DIED. BROWNIE MCGHEE, 80, guitarist-singer; in Oakland, California. McGhee and harmonica player Sonny Terry brought the folk-flavored blues of the Carolina Piedmont to the world, influencing generations of rockers, folkies and bluesmen...
Khan's elegant new album Night Song (Real World/Caroline) takes the singer in a more worldly direction. Collaborating with Canadian producer-guitarist Michael Brook, Khan ventures into songs about earthly rather than religious love. On the song My Heart, My Life, he also experiments with phrasing that is more direct than the ethereal style of his qawwali work. On Crest, he reels off spiraling vocals over a beat that is almost funky. Says Khan: "I am trying to give my voice greater range." Purists may not like the fact that he's recorded such brazenly entertaining secular songs. No matter...
Whatever dignity or solidity the play may have had is blown apart by the last scene, which is so preposterous as to border on slapstick. John the guitarist is killed in a comically unconvincing mugging; Joe the drummer is hauled off by the police after being accused by the prostitute of some vague crime, in response to which she does a hilarious touch-down-type victory dance. To make matters worse, all this is narrated by the formerly mute homeless...