Soul Asylum needs a drummer

Nick Krewen Hamilton Spectator Tuesday, May 12, 1998 TORONTO — Ten days away from starting their next world tour in New York City, and Soul Asylum still haven’t found a drummer to fill the seat left vacant by their last one. Yet Dave Pirner and Dan Murphy spent last Wednesday in a Toronto hotel room seemingly unconcerned about their dilemma. Murphy, the band’s baseball-jersey wearing guitarist, spends his time milling…


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,…


Where’s LaBeef? Sleepy LaBeef

PUBLISHED IN THE KITCHENER-WATERLOO RECORD APRIL 3, 1998   By Nick Krewen When you’ve been around as long as Sleepy LaBeef, the myths start piling on as frequently as the miles. Now celebrating his 40th year on the road, the legendary rockabilly, country, gospel and blues specialist was rumored to have entered the wrestling ring to supplement his early income as a musician. “No, I’ve never wrestled,” maintains LaBeef in…


KISS 1998

  NICK KREWEN Hamilton Spectator March 27, 1998       Not in this lifetime. If you’re a soldier of the KISS Army, loyally conscripted in the face-painted glam rock heydays when a fire-breathing, blood-spitting Gene Simmons and hip-swaying frontman Paul Stanley were thrilling crowds and filling auditoriums with axeman Ace Frehley and drummer Peter (The Cat) Criss on board, you probably never thought the day would come where all four…


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…