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...mention a label, Mammoth Records. Jay Faires, founder of Mammoth, set up shop in the area quite simply because ''there are a lot of 18- to 22-year-olds who don't have much to do, who smoke a lot of pot and who eventually pick up a guitar.'' Record executives are also looking at Halifax, Nova Scotia, a five- college town with dozens of hometown bands, as well as Portland, Oregon -- Gus Van Sant-land and a grunge Mecca in the making. But formulas aren't foolproof. San Diego, with its proximity to L.A. and its image...
...sparse, the album has a hushed sound that highlights Jones' elastic vocals and free-wheeling lyrics, which never flinch from unpleasant truths. The meditative tone is set on Pink Flamingos, which describes the denizens of a bar in terms that suggest a watering hole in the African veldt. As guitar and piano skitter above a buttery bass line, Jones sings, ''Look at them -- poking like flightless birds/. . .the spirit cannot wait to fly like the pink flamingo.'' . Wild animals, with their quality of being both savage and pure, are a recurring motif. On the run from predators imagined or real...
RECORD SET. By RAMON BLANCO SUAREZ, 60, Venezuelan guitar maker, in becoming the oldest person to climb to the 29,028-ft. summit of Mount Everest; in Nepal...
...thriving world of alternative rock, a musical genre that rejects the commercial values of mainstream pop. Alternative has no strict definition, but it has a feel. Its musicians reject show-biz glitz. They support progressive social causes. Many of them avoid dating groupies and models. Their music is usually guitar-driven, with experimental touches. While pop songs are often about love, alternative lyrics are usually about tougher feelings: despair, lust, confusion. Alternative rock is a reaction, especially among the twentysomething generation, to all the years of being subjected to Madonna's changing hair color and MTV close-ups of George...
...early 1990s, I was proudly escorted to the happening place at the time: a poky bar in the diplomatic neighborhood, featuring plastic stools and rickety tables. My memory of the entertainment is hazy, but I think it involved someone crooning syrupy ballads while accompanying himself on an acoustic guitar. On a typical Saturday night at D-22, by contrast, the jam-packed crowd sways and screams, with drunken German exchange students moshing alongside long-haired Chinese musicians checking out the competition. A young Chinese woman in tight denim shorts dives from the stage onto the crowd and is passed hand...