Shelby Lynne doesn’t want to talk. Not about gear, not about songs, not about the why, when, and how. She just wants you to listen and draw your own conclusions. But my first pass through her new, aptly titled album, Revelation Road, left me with a million questions!
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.
Carolyn Wonderland’s new Bismeaux Records release, Peace Meal, ranks high in the never-ending quest for the perfect road trip soundtrack. In fact, I spent a couple of hours on Northern California’s windy mountain roads grooving to her rich, bluesy voice and driving (pun intended) blues-rock arrangements of classic and new material. I can’t decide whether I like her raspy, lush-toned vocals or soulful and skillful guitar playing better, but luckily I don’t have to choose!
When I was writing our last Exposed column, I couldn’t resist including Blare N. Bitch, formerly of the ever-stupendous Betty Blowtorch. But I came up short when I tried to uncover what she was up to today. Luckily, Blare jumped in to give us the lowdown on what she’s been doing for the last couple of years.
The other day I was talking to Paul Riario, Guitar World’s gear editor. The subject came around to why women don’t buy more gear. My reply to Riario was, “You’re right. I would buy a new pair of shoes before I picked up a new guitar accessory.”
There’s something about classical guitar that just blows me away. The classical world’s version of shred is so technically mind-boggling and gorgeously rendered at the same time. And Grammy Award-winning guitarist Sharon Isbin is truly a master of this genre.
I went to Guitar Center to buy some audio cables the other day. They were special ones with banana plug ends. I had the spec written down on a piece of paper, and I was a little nervous going into the GC audio department never having purchased this type of cable before.
Ana Popovic can play the shit out of the blues. And she belts it out like a mother in pain, too. But what really captivated me was the sight of her wielding her Strat and tossing off a bevy of tasty Stevie Ray Vaughan-esque licks while wearing a super-sleek, silver mini-dress. Yep. The totally package. Hot. Cool. Killer chops. But don’t think that Popovic hasn’t paid her dues when it comes to the blues.
When Mimi Fox was eleven, she started teaching guitar lessons out of her house. That’s right – eleven years old. The fact that she could make more money teaching guitar than babysitting opened her eyes to what would become her future. (Hmm, changing poopy diapers or sharing some six string savvy. Which would you choose?)