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Gordon Lightfoot from 1998

Nick Krewen The Hamilton Spectator   NEED TO KNOW: GORDON LIGHTFOOT at Hamilton Place, Sunday,  November 10 (1998) at 8:00 p.m. Tickets are $32, $29 and $26 and available at the Hamilton Place and Copps Coliseum box offices, or by calling TicketMaster at 645-5000   When Gordon Lightfoot performs at Hamilton Place this Sunday, it will eerily coincide with one of the great disasters in Canadian history. November 10, 1975,…


Remembering Hank

PUBLISHED IN THE TORONTO STAR ON TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1998 New Lavish CD set celebrates country music star Williams   By Nick Krewen Special To The Star September 29, 1998     If he were still alive, country maverick Hank Williams would have been 75 on September 17. And you didn’t bake a cake to mark the birthday of the man who gave us such timeless classics as “Honky Tonkin’,”…


Rufus Wainwright – Flamboyant Performer Keeps Up the Family Tradition

Versions of this article ran in Southam newspapers after May 13, including the Hamilton Spectator Nick Krewen If your parents were a pair of famous folk icons, you might just be a little intimidated about embarking on your own recording career. Not Rufus Wainwright. Already hailed by hip lifestyle magazine Details as “one to watch in ’98,” the Montreal-born piano-playing son of Kate McGarrigle and Loudon Wainwright III (remember “Dead…


Numan Gets His Feet Back Down To Earth

  Nick Krewen, May 6, 1998, The Toronto Star After all these years, Gary Numan may be the one who is getting the last laugh. Ever since the self-proclaimed alien of electro-pop and his Tubeway Army blasted their way to the top of the British charts in 1979 with the robotic “Are `Friends’ Electric?,” accidentally launching post-punk’s new romantic era, music critics have never forgiven him. They’ve ridiculed his unearthly,…


Shania Tours!

AS PUBLISHED IN KNIX MAGAZINE, PHOENIX, ARIZONA,  MARCH 1998   By Nick Krewen   The lights dim. The crowd erupts in screams and whistles. And from somewhere within the bowels of a small, sweltering hockey arena in Northern Ontario, concealed by the twilight of promise, hope and anticipation, a sweetly familiar voice asks a big sultry question: “Are you ready for me, Sudbury?” The crowd is confused at first, as…