For Creedence Clearwater Revisited drummer Doug Clifford, playing in the Valley is a sort of homecoming.
After 48 years in Three Dog Night, Danny Hutton knows what he likes when it comes to music. He’s quick to dole out advice to burgeoning bands as well as veterans.
“One person...Six questions” is the first in a series of columns about Tucson-area residents who have made an impact on the community.
“Commitment” is a word that resonates with the members of the musical revue Tucson Prunes.
REO Speedwagon vocalist Kevin Cronin knows his band is “required” to play certain songs during its set or else the musicians are bound to meet an angry mob outside of their tour bus.
Crowned in late March, Jessica Klebanow has yet to wrap her head around the title “Ms. Senior Arizona.”
Lowell Bailey Jr. figures he’s made a few good decisions in his life. One was marrying his wife, Joannie, four years ago. Another one was moving to Beatitudes Campus in Phoenix.
Foreigner is sort of showing its modern-rock appeal by touring with Kid Rock later this summer, and rhythm guitarist/saxophonist Thom Gimbel said there’s a simple reason why the band is still relevant.
When U.S. Marine Corps serviceman Victor Pinzon returned from his tour of Vietnam, he felt like a “lost sheep.”
When Bud Forrest created the stage show “In the Mood” 21 years ago, he never imagined it would have longevity.
At age 74, singer-songwriter Paul Williams is in better shape than he was at 37. He runs 2 miles each morning, whether he’s in the bitter cold of New York or the warmth of his Naples, California, home. “It’s just nice to be as active as I am and hopefully in the thick of it at this age,” says Williams, who is 25 years sober, too.
Below-zero temperatures in Iowa and the Beach Boys’ music don’t necessarily go hand in hand. But lead singer Mike Love is holed up in his hotel room to escape the cold before heading to a university ballroom where The Beach Boys were set to perform.
Happily married for 50 years and a purveyor of romantic songs, Engelbert Humperdinck knows full well the meaning of Valentine’s Day.
Our fridge went rogue the other day.
I have a Phoenix Union High School yearbook, “The Phoenician,” from 1924 that belongs to a mystery person. It’s a tan book with an orange spine that I taped together wanting to keep it in intact for the owner or owner’s family. There is no name on it to identify if this person is a student or faculty member. However, I believe from the few quotes inside the front and back pages, this book once belonged to a student.