A couple years back I was on tour in Japan. I'm always on tour in Japan it seems. The particular tour I'm talking about was particularly wild as we were travelling with our good friend and musical cohort, DJ Scott Melker. After the shows Scott and I were going out a bunch, probably too much and too hard, and as any good manager would and should do, my manager J called us out.
This installment of my GuitarWorld.com blog was meant to be posted in the beginning of September as the second half of a two-part blog titled “On Tour With My Guitar Heroes; Rick Derringer, Mark Farner and Dave Mason." The first part covered Rick Derringer and Mark Farner. This second part will be dealing with Dave Mason. If you haven’t already done so, you can read the first part right here.
At the pinnacle of a mind-blowing concert, inevitably, unconsciously, you are covered in sweat and flailing hair with fists raised in the air before Gods of Rock. As they reach into your twisted heart and release untapped depths of angst into ecstatic fucking union, your hands form a shape of devil horns. Index and little fingers outstretched while the shared tendons of the middle and ring fingers contract inward toward the palm.
This is Spinal Tap was supposed to be a satirical peek into the decadent, self-contained world of early Eighties heavy metal -- at least as it applied to a group of aging rock stars. At some point, though, the movie transitioned from cult comedy to cultural institution (In 2002, the Library of Congress selected This Is Spinal Tap for preservation in the United States National Film Registry as a "culturally, historically or aesthetically significant" film).
The CMJ Music Marathon blew through lower Manhattan (and Brooklyn) last week like a private, you-gotta-know-someone monsoon. With hundreds of showcases, workshops, panels, parties and more happening daily for five days, there was no shortage of fun, talent and good-to-know info.
I'm on the tail end of the "You Are Not Alone" tour with Hawthorne Heights. This tour has been pretty intense, a total of 60 dates through the US and Canada. We are on the tail end now with only 10 shows left. I'm in Texas writing this while sipping on the biggest cup of coffee the Lonestar State has to offer.
I took my 13-year-old son Jacob to see B.B. King at the Wellmont Theatre in Montclair, New Jersey, last week. Who knows how much longer B.B. will continue his endless tour. He’s 86 and may actually want to retire some day.
No matter what you hear about the shrinking influence of radio, it is still the most significant driver for selling records in today’s market. Getting the right song played on radio at the right time can make all the difference. The single most important factor involving radio for any band, at any level, is to capitalize on the airplay. Radio likes to know listeners are responding favorably to their programming.
My name is Travis Alexander. I play guitar and sing in a band from Boston called Ghost Thrower. I want to talk a bit about D.I.Y. in the underground music scene, more specifically in regard to guitars. I was never lucky enough to receive a guitar endorsement through any of my previous bands, so I did what any hot-blooded American does when they're denied anything: I made my own.