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Red Hot Chili Peppers Sporting a Jane Addiction

NICK KREWEN The Hamilton Spectator, Thursday, March 7, 1996       Dave Navarro considered it a lucky break. Not his joining up as guitarist with California’s The Red Hot Chili Peppers — arguably the hottest funk rock band on the planet, mind you — but drummer Chad Smith‘s snapped wrist that resulted in the postponement of the group’s mid-Autumn North American tour. “I tell you, when Chad broke his…


Metallica: Blood, Sweat and Beers

NEED TO KNOW: METALLICA, with Corrosion Of Conformity at Copps Coliseum on Tuesday, February 25. 7:00 p.m. Remaining tickets are $32.50 and available at the Copps Coliseum and Hamilton Place box offices, or by calling TicketMaster at 645-5000.   NICK KREWEN Hamilton Spectator February 20, 1996 There was a scene at last month’s American Music Awards ceremony almost bizarre enough to resurrect Rod Serling‘s decaying corpse. During this Twilight Zone…


Garth Brooks: The Next Bill Clinton?

Versions of this article appeared in The Hamilton Spectator and Country Weekly. but this particular feature was written for Toronto on-line magazine Magnet in 1995, which lasted only one issue.       by Nick Krewen   Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the future President of the United States Of America….Garth Brooks. Okay, I’m joking. Garth Brooks hasn’t declared his candidacy, nor did he mention any political aspirations whatsoever…


John Hiatt: Walking The Streets Of Humanity

This feature appeared in the late, lamented on-line magazine MAGNET     JOHN HIATT: Walking The Streets Of Humanity   BY NICK KREWEN   At an age where some people stop cold in their tracks, take a deep breath and reassess their lives, John Hiatt is just coming into his prime. There’s not a drop of mid-life crisis in his veins. “I really like what I’m doing, ” announces the…


White Lace and KISS for luck

PUBLISHED IN THE GLOBE & MAIL IN 1995 FANS / Some want to being a lifetime commitment at a rock convention   BY NICK KREWEN   Toronto   Like most impressionable music-starved teenagers growing up in the mid-seventies, Harold Gagnon spent his evenings after school in his suburban Montreal home huddled in his room. Cranking up his stereo as loud as his parents would permit, he’d spend countless hours daydreaming…