For many decades rock 'n' roll has followed a rather predictable trajectory: In the early part of any 10-year period, there's a creative breakthrough.
A combination of covers and Kiss reworkings, the record features guest appearances from Slash, John5, Lita Ford, and former Kiss colleague Paul Stanley. The spaceman is coming to Tucson so, in anticipation, we asked Frehley to pick the top five albums (by others) that changed his life.
Country-punk roustabout Lydia Loveless has packed more experience into her 26 years than many see in a lifetime.
Love or loathe English metaltitans Iron Maiden, you can't deny the band's lasting legacy in the world of heavy metal, or even, um, rock 'n' roll sword 'n' sorcery play.
The trajectory of the grand closing of the DIY venue is tradition now, and it's cliche.
Classical violinist-gone-rogue Samantha Bounkeua arrived in Tucson in 2012 by accident and was immediately adopted into the arts community.
Have you ever watched a live band and noticed the drums and bass in your left ear, the guitar and keyboards in your right ear, imaged in empty gymnasium like reverb?
If you tuned in to KTKT radio 50 years ago, in December '67, you were treated to a slew of soon-to-become classics such as The Beatles' "Hello Goodbye," The Animals "Monterey," The Monkees' "Daydream Believer," Beach Boys' "Darlin'," Strawberry Alarm Clock "Incense & Peppermints," Small Faces' "Itchycoo Park" and many others.
Back for its third year, the Tucson Jazz Festival has locked down big-name artists yet again, delivering a packed 11 days of music for locals and visitors alike.
Culled from hours of sessions, most from 2011, the album represented Washington's life work.
In a modern world seemingly overrun with bland and insipid singer/songwriters, staring blankly.
At the present in Tucson, you'd be hard pressed to find an artist more visionary than Louise Le Hir.
We asked Tucsonans who contribute to music on local and international levels to write tributes to those who died in 2016.
>There is a dream state, where the ordinary is surpassed, like a road trip back through time, one where Billie Holliday, Janis Joplin, Gene Clark and France Gall all beam through an old car radio, and it serves as guide. That's a place where Louise Le Hir might exist.
Leonard had a voice with the authority to soothe the journey of a treacherous landscape we insist on traversing, says Giant Sand's Howe Gelb.
Brittany Katter (of Katterwaul) had the self-pity slapped right out of her by Sharon Jones' booming, exuberant and commanding voice.
Gabriel Sullivan of XIXA says he can picture Guy digging the words of "Randall Knife" into his graph paper with his trusted music chart pencils.
Puro love and peace for the OG Phife. Love, DJQ.
Leon Russell was one of those pioneering cats, says Billy Sedlmayr.
Calexico's John Convertino says he feels like he's living in a bad movie, like this can't be really happening, but it is.
Paul Kantner wasn't The Jefferson Airplane's cute one, the band's best guitarist, and he didn't write their hit songs. But he was their true leader, the glue and an innovative rhythm guitarist.
"I bow to you Mr. Bowie, you were our generation's prophet from outer space that helped us dare to explore life beyond boundaries." — Kate Becker
When Glenn Frye and Jackson Browne co-wrote "Take It Easy" in the early '70s, they probably had no idea that they would put Winslow, Arizona on the map.
Alan Vega had a beat poet's voice and a Gene Vincent stance—so fucking rock 'n' roll!
When Hank Topless thinks of Merle Haggard, he's often transported back to the winter of 1970—riding the bus to school, 25 miles or so, across snowy Gila County to Payson.
Alvaro "Acho" Durazo was a larger-than-life character who knew how to wring the best from every moment, a musician who could not be defined by his many varied bands.
Getting a text that casually mentioned Prince's death was like getting a message that said, "oh btw God is dead and everything you've ever cared about is ruined TTYL" for the Rialto's Curtis McCrary.
When the alt-right goes on their annual tirade about the supposed War on Christmas, they'll again be zeroing in on how shop clerks are greeting them, how their kids' teachers are signing off on their emails and what kind of non-denominational holiday cards are currently hurting their feelings.
Culturally and politically 2016 was one of the most explosive and consequential years in recent history.
The Exbats live high up on on Black Mountain. That's not a song. It's on the Navajo Indian Reservation.
Tucson’s Run Boy Run rises on lovely literate songcraft
Levine rounds up Tucson’s best releases of ’16 (Pt. 1)
Stars Pick Their Top 5! This week: Clif Taylor (aka Chick Cashman)
The Stumps “Think of the Good Times” b/w “My Generation” Boyd Records BB159, Spring 1967