One musician has been seen on NUVO's cover more than any other: Russell Johnson, aka Rusty Redenbacher, aka Lazarus. Jeff Napier wrote about Birdmen of Alcatraz back in 1995 when Russ had recently joined the group as lead singer. In 2000, Steve Hammer raved about the Mudkids' new record, Upward
; in 2002, he engaged Russ in a long interview; and in 2007, Leslie Benson revisited with him for a four-hour interview at his new haunt, Northside News.
Chris Shaffer and The Why Store come a close second, with Shaffer taking three cover appearances. As one inside source recently noted, The Why Store was practically NUVO's house band during the '90s. Napier first wrote about the group in 1993 during the heady, "Lack of Water" years, and we caught up with them again in 1996, then it was just Shaffer in 2003.
One might say that, while we pay attention when a major label signs a local band, we also devote space to the innovative, hard-working local musician who's never quite broken out. We've seen fit to give two cover slots to the following: John Hiatt (1990, 2000, meaning he's due for one this year), The Slurs (2002, 2004), Kate Lamont (2005, 2010), Margot and the Nuclear So and So's (2006, 2008) and Luna Music owner Todd Robinson (2005, 2009).
While anyone flipping through archival issues would certainly find now-forgotten bands, clubs, labels, writers, stores, etc., we basically played it safe when we plastered someone on the front page. But there are a few curiosities: Barbara Ann Humphrey (1991), Liquid Circumstance (1994's travelogue by Napier documents the band's dissolution), Dizeazed (2001, a teenage garage band that was a controversial winner of a NUVO-sponsored demo contest), The Cadavers (2003). But the majority of cover subjects are either still around or fondly remembered: Ralph Adams, Lisa Germano, Frank Glover, Old Pike, Dale Lawrence, DJ Top Speed, The Slurs, Johnny Socko, Tim Brickley, Devil to Pay, The Hampton Sisters, The Malcontents, Gordon Bonham, Buselli and Wallarab, Rev. Peyton, Everthus the Deadbeats, Grampall Jookabox, Jennie DeVoe and plenty more.
The following are excerpts from cover stories through the years:
The now chic John Hiatt: Nearly ready for the cover "Rolling Stone"; Dean Lozow, April 25
"Hiatt is often portrayed as having a 'southern' writer's perspective as a lyricist. I don't buy it. Don't you believe it. Instead, see Hiatt as having a voice that is harmonious with Jared Carter, Kurt Vonnegut and Dan Wakefield. The song locales may be various, but the wit, the language and the internal sense of place are here - in the hometown."
Ralph Adams: Indy's high priest of jazz; WFYI's jazzman is on a personal crusade to bring the art back to the city; Bill Craig, July 11
"Called by some the last of a dying breed, Adams is a disc jockey who, by his own admission, 'gets involved in the music.'... sitting alone in the dark studio, he turns on the mike a bit before the record ends so his audiences can hear him hum along with the few bars. This might be a no-no to most people in the radio business, but to Adams' listeners, it's simply part of the package. Adams hums publicly only to songs he's really fond of."
On her own: Lisa Germano, John Mellencamp's fiddle player, makes her own record and it's quite different - amazing really; Scott Hall, May 22
"Basking in giants' shadows can get old, especially when you have a vision of your own, which Germano does. After more than a year of work, she is releasing her first solo project. Conceived and performed (and financed) by Germano herself, On the Way Down from the Moon Palace
is an exorcism of sorts, a mystical, personal inner voyage that stacks up favorably against the spiritual forays of Van Morrison in his prime."
Miles Davis changed his life: Perfectionist jazzman/IU dropout Frank Glover to release new album; Steve Pockrass, Oct. 2
"Although he began playing clarinet at age 10, Glover didn't really get into jazz until he was a 20-year-old sophomore at Indiana University. A friend suggested that he listen to Miles Davis' Milestones
album, which features John Coltrane on sax. (Miles Davis died over the weekend.) After listening to the album, Glover quit school."
Peace, love & The Why Store: Will local phenomenon's new album alter Indy's original music scene?" Jeff Napier, June 2
"Right now, The Why Store is the epitome of untouchable in the local music scene. Their shows at the Vogue (where they hold the attendance record) always have an unreal line out the front door... Flashback to a gig at the Union Station Food Court: In a space usually reserved for Debbie Gibson and tryouts for Studs!
, The Why Store showed their stuff. They start off slow... Soon there were grey-haired old couples slow dancing. Then the children came. Sprinkled throughout the hippie dancing freaks on the dance floor were high school kids all the way down to kids in diapers... They were awestruck by the spectacle unfolding before them. They let go and in that moment they too became Whomheads."
On the mike: Recording studios in Indianapolis; making the Hoosier sound come alive; Napier, June 1
"Indianapolis and its surrounding area contains a lot of a studios, from high-profile rooms like Pinebrook in Alexandria, Ind. (a mecca for Contemporary Christian Recordings) to fine, mid-line studios like September Recording in Indy (a mecca for black gospel recordings) to fairly decent studios in various spots around... Paul Mahern, leader of Indy punk legends The Zero Boys, is the godfather of the young breed of producers."
The long and liquid road: Trials and tribulations of a local band on the road; Napier, Dec. 7
"Basking in 80 degree sunshine by the pool, [Scott] Rudicel, [leader of Indianapolis psychedelic-blues quartet Liquid Circumstance] let it out. 'I think we're gonna have to get a new bass player. It's getting harder for us to work with Josh.'
Josh had other ideas as well. We stood in the parking lot, Josh and I... It was 4 a.m., and the Florida dawn was nippy by not intolerable. 'What do you think of covers?' he asked me.
The Birdmen of Alcatraz Re-'Focus': Indy's best live act is gonna take it all the way; Napier, Dec. 14
"Russ [Johnson] is among the finest showmen this city has ever produced. He covers the stage with his presence, drawing the crowd deeper and deeper into the music, his body pure kinetic energy. Russ is the ringmaster, the rodeo clown, and the referee all rolled up into one."
The search for Shannon Hoon: His life story, even today, is an enigma; Steve Hammer, Nov. 21
"A year after his death, it's still hard to get a handle on the enigma, to separate the hype from the reality, to get at the real Shannon Hoon. In Lafayette, where they knew him best, he's remembered as a fun-loving, ambitious student with a love of pranks and a talent for athletics. To his fellow members of Blind Melon, he was a front man with a voice of gold."
The new underground: Homemade subterranean music; Hammer, Jan. 29
"From the moment you first hear the voice of 16-year-old folksinger Emily Wells, you know that you're listening to an original. From her pink guitar to her quiet, intense songs about relationships and modern life, Wells' music recalls the initial recordings of Ani DiFranco or the Indigo Girls, or of My So-Called Life
set to music."
Is local music dead? Hammer, Feb. 18
"With fewer and fewer clubs featuring live, original music, and with those clubs chasing fewer and fewer customers, it begs the question: Is local music dead?...One corner blames nightclub owners. Another blames the media. The third corner blames the audience. The fourth corner blames the musicians themselves."
The world that was: Indianapolis jazz along the avenue and beyond; David Brent Johnson, June 17
"Indianapolis, the past recaptured: Freddie Hubbard and Wes Montgomery sitting in with Sun Ra at the Senate Avenue YMCA. Cannonball Adderley stretched out ecstatically in his chair at the smoke after-hours Missile Room, his eyes closed and his thumb raised in hipster benediction as he hears Montgomery's blues-buttered octaves for the first time."
Uber-wired: MP3s are changing the face of music technology; Hammer, Aug. 5
"The first thing you should know about the Magical Attraction of BOOTY!, other than that they're a pop-techno band from Indianapolis, is that each of the members is wired to the nth degree... It wasn't any surprise when BOOTY! became one of the first bands in Indiana to distribute their music via MP3 files."
The Mighty Quinn; Hammer, Nov. 25
"Walking into the broadcast studios of Kool 101.9, located in a small house along State Road 235 in Brownsburg, is like entering an alternative-universe version of WKRP in Cincinnati... .[The station plays] a new genre: alternative classic rock. It's the sound of '70s bell-bottom stoner rock, sometimes featuring 15-minute songs with 30 guitar solos. It's not what people are used to hearing on 'regular' classic rock stations."
The lost history of The King Casuals; Jason Yoder, Feb. 10
"In November 1961, Jimi Hendrix and Billy Cox drove into Indianapolis in a beat-up Plymouth... They had driven all the way from Clarksville, Tenn., to compete in a battle of the bands at Georges' Place on Indiana Avenue... And so it was that Hendrix squared off with one of Indianapolis' most popular bands, the Presidents, and lost."
The cry of love is so alarming: A conversation with John Hiatt; David Hoppe, June 15
"When John Hiatt was starting out, in the early '70s, he often played at the Hummingbird on Talbott Street near the Herron School of Art. By most accounts, the Hummingbird was an obstreperous room, a place full of music, drink and argument - about art, revolution, the meaning of life. Hiatt was still living in his parents' house at 54th and Broadway in those days."
Balladeer in the headlights: Karaoke in your neighborhood; Jim Poyser, June 22
"Ted is up next. Dressed in a red pullover shirt, dogtags dangling from the V-neck collar, he looks a bit like Charles Bronson's younger brother. Ted begins singing 'California Dreaming.' I use the word 'singing' loosely. It's more like groaning into the mike... Halfway through the song, a bearded man takes Karen's other mike and sits on the floor behind the table, completely hidden, and starts singing along. Like Ted, he's not much for being on key, either, and the effect of this duo is dada opera."
Water, earth, new element: The Mudkids have a skull full of ideas; Hammer, July 13
"The mud kids new album, Upward
, is arguably the best hip-hop album ever recorded in Indiana. They have so many skills, and can compete with anyone on any level, that they're getting their own shot at the title... Here's the story: Eminem and Russell competed in a rhyme battle in 1997, a few years before Mr. Slim Shady insinuated his way into the CD decks of every pierced suburban white kid. Eminem won. But Russell took him to a tie-breaker."
You are connected: Raves are more popular than ever; Yoder, July 27
"I am navigating my way through Penetration, a rave party in a warehouse near the corner of 15th and Senate. Bright lights flash and lasers shoot out over the crowd while dancers turn into gyrating shadow puppets in front of 10-foot psychedelic video screens. Candy Kids, ravers who wear colorful bracelets and visors with flashing lights, twirl glowsticks. Some wear surgical masks, the insides coated with menthol rub, to add an olfactory dimension to the experience... Penetration will attract 2,000 people by the end of the night, but it is far from out of control. Eighteen security guards and four off-duty police officers are more than enough to quell any disturbance... IndyKidsThatCare distributes pamphlets to dancers informing them about the pros and cons of dance drugs like ecstasy, Ketamine, GHB, LSD and speed. Tonight, a steady stream of dancers are coming to their booth, some of with the silly look of one already thick in an ecstasy roll."
MC battles: Two turntables and a microphone; Yoder, Jan. 25
"Every Monday is hip-hop night at the Melody, but it is the first Monday of every month that really brings in the crowd. That's when Mark Seidman of Crush Entertainment hosts the MC Battle, a rap free-for-all in which local MCs compete for bragging rights and $100 in prize money...Tonight, Origin@l's victory is sealed with a series of grammatical grenades: 'You can't defeat me; fuck a $100. I'll rap for a dime bag and a food stamp... I'll beat you from fucking Illinois to fucking Keystone. And back again. Now down Meridian. I'm Origin@l. I'm hard like obsidian.'"
Dizeazed: a riot grrl dream realized; Summer Wood and Hammer, Aug. 23
"Nicole, aged 16, picks up her bass, Macey, also 16, her guitar and Dannie, 14, sits down behind her drum kit. 'Hey everybody, we're Dizeazed,' Nicole intones into her mic, and as the instruments roar to life, she steps on a pedal that floods the garage with black light, illuminating Dizeazed's glow-in-the-dark set... When I ask them if they might be interested in opening for Le Tigre... in a few weeks, they have no idea who I'm talking about. As a grown-up riot grrl, this is part of what I like about Dizeazed. Without even knowing it, Dizeazed is the riot grrl dream realized. Outspoken, hard-working, talented young women doing what they want, making kick-ass music on their own terms." - Summer Wood
"Dizeazed is a true garage band, with more than 350 mini-concerts held in their Westside home, as well as a handful of early slots on hardcore nights at places like the Emerson and Rehearsal Studios. But unlike most garage bands, a backlash against Dizeazed in the music community has already begun, even though the group has been together barely a year and its members are not even out of high school. Since the band won the MCA Records/Guitar Center/NUVO contest for the Best Demo CD, and while this story was being written and researched, Dizeazed has been the target of skepticism, negative posts on local-music Internet forums and everything else associated with the term 'player hating.' The band's music has been called 'jailbait hardcore,' despite the fact that its music has no sexual component at all." - Hammer
Thinking things through: Art, basketball and the Vulgar Boatmen's Dale Lawrence; Hoppe, Jan. 2
"For some people, the space that separates life and art is so thin it doesn't really matter. Dale Lawrence is a good example. One Friday night during the winter of 1993, Lawrence, who writes sings and plays guitar for the band The Vulgar Boatmen, decided to go to a high school basketball game at Warren Central here in Indianapolis... As it happened, Lawrence had a good time that night - so good that he began traveling to games throughout the state. Not because he cared that much about who might win or lose, but to soak up the atmosphere he found in the gyms, the crowds and the hangouts where locals went to eat when the games were done. Lawrence has just published Hoosier Hysteria Road Book
, about what he learned through the course of all those Indiana winter nights... .The music Lawrence has written with his collaborator, Robert Ray, over the course of almost two decades, is spacious, contemplative, evoking late night encounters in quiet kitchens and backseat trysts. There is a lot of driving in these songs - not with any destination in mind so much as a means of thinking things through. As Lawrence sits and gently yet emphatically sings, it seems like we can see Indiana through the glass over his shoulder, stretching all the way to the horizon."
Rhymefest: the Che Guevara of Indianapolis; Chicago rapper comes to town to ignite local hip-hop scene; Hammer, Jan. 9
"If Russell Johnson is the Fidel Castro of the local scene, the bearded, charismatic leader, the President for Life, Rhymefest is indeed its Che Guevara. He's the enforcer, the ideologue, the contractor. He's helped get things done. Compact and intense, with a voice like molten gravel, he spits thoughts out one after another, each one more mind-bending than the first."
"I guess I'm not cool enough for you": The Problematics, Dirty Little Secrets, The Slurs and Indiana punk, 1996-present; Hammer, June 19
"Onstage, even in small quarters, The Slurs are a frenzy of activity, with every member looking fierce and angry while somehow maintaining a cheery attitude. It's a contradiction, but so is punk rock. And then there's Justin Allen, easily the most charismatic frontman in town, whether he's just standing and singing into the mic, or, as on several occasions, stripping off his shirt and covering himself with glitter... With the Slurs and Dirty Little Secrets leading the way, a new crop of punk bands has emerged. The current all-ages clubs are filled with young punk bands and a lot of established bands are retooling their music to sound, well, more like the Slurs."
MMS 2002: Bigger, better, louder than last year; Hammer, Aug. 7
"A small army of musicians and music professionals will invade Indianapolis this week for the second annual Midwest Music Summit. More than 250 bands and DJs and hundreds of industry pros will participate in MMS this year... Around half of the 250 acts playing are from Indiana, and [MMS organizer Josh] Baker vows that no matter how successful MMS becomes, the local artists won't be ignored: 'With conferences like this, usually the more successful they get, the more they cut the locals out. I'm in a position where I like all the local bands. I do this because I want somebody here to break.'"
Who is Johnny Socko? More importantly, why are they potentially MTV-bound; Hammer, Dec. 18
"Anyone who's followed the Midwestern live music scene even casually over the last dozen years knows the rock/funk/reggae/pop band Johnny Socko... But despite their near-ubiquity in the Midwest, there are still a lot of things people don't know about Johnny Socko. Take their name, for instance... Those who persist in asking are patiently told that Johnny Socko was a character in a very bad, practically forgotten Japanese TV show called Giant Robot
. Johnny was the kid who controlled the giant robot... .Their new self-titled album has hit the Top 100 on CMJ
, the Billboard
of alternative music. Their new producer, Ken Lewis, has high hopes for the band's chart potential and gives the band a good chance at scoring a record deal and placing songs on national TV and films."
Devils without a pause: How local rockers Devil to Pay survived and thrived; Danica Johnson, Dec. 10
"[Devil to Pay leader Steve Janiak] remembers having several Syd Barrett-like hallucinations [while recovering from a blood clot]. 'I thought I was in Vietnam. I thought I joined the Chili Peppers. I told my mom I was a porn star, and I thought our country was at war with the Sandinistas from a country I'd made up.' Janiak was also convinced he was a '70s SNL cast member with a heroin addiction. 'Shit, if you told me I was on the starship Enterprise, I'd have believed it.'"
Swingin' sisters: Aletra and Virtue Hampton have been performing for over 75 years; Jeff Reed, Dec. 24
"The two veteran entertainers step on to the Indiana History Center Theater stage dressed in loose, casual clothes and matching blue sandals. Aletra Hampton, 88, walks stiffly to the Steinway concert grand, while sister Virtue, 81, is conveyed in a wheel chair to her string bass. As the former prepares to sit, the latter prepares to rise, neither evoking confidence that this is a particularly great idea... An amazing transformation is taking place. Aletra's 'stiff' legs are now raised above the floor and her toes point inward, while Virtue's 'crutch' has become a dance partner with whom she gently sways back and forth. Suddenly, it becomes clear why these two octogenarians continue to venture out and perform."
Setting you free three minutes at a time: The Malcontents on their short ride to the high road; Paul F. P. Pogue and Wayne Bertsch, Jan. 21
"Malcontents vocalist/co-founder Ryan Fohl on his brief songlets: "Sometimes I write a 30-second song because it doesn't deserve any more." We challenged Ryan to come up with a topical 30-second song."
THE NUVO SONG (29 seconds)
NUVO! Get the digits for all the hoes
And find out where the drinks are cheap
NUVO! Comics and pictures and articles
And you can get it on the street for free
Great toilet time reading
Great bar stool reading
Singles are meeting and bands are rocking
Use last month's issue to soak up
The evidence of the fun times you had (burp)
Busting Berry's music; Dale Lawrence, July 21
"Alan and Andy Berry, owner of Berry's Music stores, saw their nine-month legal nightmare end June 22 in a plea bargain. What was initially 13 felony counts of copyright infringement, leveled by the Recording Industry Association of America, was finally reduced to a single misdemeanor (and a hefty fine). But the real punishment was meted out months ago: Alan Berry lost his livelihood, lost the business he loved and nurtured for 13 years, may yet lose his house. And the crime for which he's paid this price? Selling DJ mix-CDs."
Otis Gibbs: Indy's working-class hero; Hammer, July 7
"The music of Otis Gibbs is as crisp and clear as an autumn morning in Brown County. It's as warm and as trusting as a Hoosier vegetable stand run on the honor system. And it's as humble and plainspoken as a family farmer.
In many ways, Otis Gibbs represents the artistic conscience of Indiana. Over the course of many years and many more songs, he's remained true to himself and to his ideas of championing the working man. If Woody Guthrie was alive and hitching rides through Indiana, Otis Gibbs would pick him up, cook him a meal and swap stories.
RI R'n'R P: We say goodbye to the Patio; Nov. 23
At one point, near the mid '90s, I began inviting beloved bands home. The Royal Crescent Mob never took me up on it, though one night they promised they would. I stayed up for an hour, waiting like a spurned lover. Same with The Drovers; promised they'd show but didn't. Wise on their parts, I guess: I could have been an ax murderer.
One band that did come home with me was Tiny Lights. I loved this six-person hippie classical rock band - saw them a handful of times before they disappeared.
My wife, who was about eight months pregnant at the time, wasn't exactly ecstatic when I woke her.
'Honey,' I whispered, 'I brought home the band.'
'Again?' she responded, then went back to sleep." - Jim Poyser
"I don't want to go overboard romanticizing the Patio because, really, it was just a nondescript, poorly ventilated room. What made the Patio special was that it gave local bands and small national acts a place to play. Spaces like that were and still are scarce in Indianapolis because there's much more money to be made booking cover bands and DJs playing recorded music." - Marc D. Allan
"I will say the strangest thing I ever saw at the Patio is a two-way tie between: 1) the night someone shot the men's toilet with a .45 (I remember saying, 'They finally did it, they killed the toilet.') and 2) the night where I saw a girl licking beer off the bar and then ran into her like an hour later when she told me, 'That was odd, I passed out and when I woke up I had [a music-scene regular's] dick in my mouth.'" - Jonee Quest
Down to Earth: Call her the un-diva; local music phenom Kate Lamont says her greatest gift is being a team player; Hall, March 16
"Among Lamont's talents, her extraordinary vocal ability gets the most attention. In song, she seems ecstatic, possessed by a spirit. Few people around here can so transform the energy of a room simply by exhaling. The sound that emerges is rich and warm, both angelic and sensual, and somehow effortlessly adaptable to rock, country, folk, blues, soul, gospel, rap, whatever. To her chagrin, the vocal ability often has overshadowed her writing and musicianship."
The Margot bunch: Margot & the Nuclear So & So's sign record deal with national label; Jim Walker, Jan. 18
"During the photo shoot for this story, Andy climbs into a double bed barely squeezed into his tiny room. He's made it into a sort of loft, complete with storage underneath, an area at the foot of the bed to hang his clothes and a stand that hangs from the ceiling for a small TV. While the photographer snaps pictures, Andy calls in the other band members. First, Tyler arrives, slipping off his shoes. Then Emily and Casey squeeze in. They all yell for the others. In a minute, Jesse, Hubert and Chris pile on top. And last, Richard strolls into the closet-sized room, looking over the situation with a new cigarette in his lips. Emily tells him he can't smoke in there. He says he's going to smoke if he has to get his picture taken with seven other people in a bed. Nobody argues with that. He climbs in next to Chris.
So there's the whole family: Andy typing on his laptop, others asking if he's really answering e-mails (he is). And Richard, at the foot of the bed, half-smiling and smoking and looking away."
Waking up Naptown: The Mudkids raise Indy hip-hop from the underground; Leslie Benson, Feb. 14
Emerging from what he calls "the cruel years" - a three-year journey during which he survived the deaths of his parents, a shift to sobriety and the closing of his hometown bar, the Patio - [Rusty] Redenbacher and his musical family, the Mudkids, have loyally held each other up through heavy loss and liberation. This past month has brought the band full circle - from its inception 10 years ago to the release of its fourth album, Basementality
, and national recognition with its Colts' tribute anthem, "Rock N' Roll (Go Blue)"
Alternative routes: Nine local women talk songs and success; Benson, July 18
"Whether they are strumming guitar chords, wielding violin strings or exploring the human condition through oral storytelling, Central Indiana nurtures a fertile field of women in jazz, blues, country, folk and down and dirty rock... Grunge-era distorted guitars and Shirley Manson-esque vocals erupt from Indianapolis native Jane Jensen - a gritty singer-songwriter unlike the ballad chokers heavy on store shelves these days. She's vintage '90s, when alt-rock reigned, and female musicians began breaking molds. Her songs move. They have attitude. But the lovable Jensen's songs seduce as much as charm. Sometimes they stir trouble."
Navigating the changes: Saxophonist Rob Dixon works A&R, gigs nonstop; Scott Shoger, Sept. 10
"Rob Dixon doesn't make it look easy. As he nears the climax of a solo, his eyes cinch tight, sweat pours down his face. He leans back slightly as if to keep the horn from singeing his trunk (he is outdoors on a hot day, after all)... But his results sound effortless, a cool, uniform tone nearly always in the center of a groove, with slight breathiness on the upper register."
The life of Moose: Grampall Jookabox's "Ropechain" releasing Nov. 5; Shoger, Oct. 29
"Moose thinks that ghosts might have followed him back from Central State. Not ghosts in white sheets or human form, diaphanous but otherwise realistic. No, the spirits were more like purple blotches on his walls, moving through his room, flying about as he hurriedly recorded all the music and words spilling out of him. 'Your limbs go sweeping through my room at night,' he sings to them. 'I can see your purple body swell and fall.'"
Mapping music's DNA: Ken Lemons invents a new way of visualizing music; Shoger, April 8
"People ask me all the time, 'Were you high as shit to come up with this,' Ken Lemons says with a sparkling-eyed smile, leaning back in a chair and sipping tea in his office in the Stutz Building overlooking Capitol Ave... 'In that rainbow dodecagon, or rainbow gem, that looks like a Spirograph, that shape is every composition in the history of the world that's ever been made.'"
The people's choice: Jennie DeVoe wins Best Local Musician in our annual Best Of; Wade Coggeshall, July 29
"At least in her adopted hometown, DeVoe, a guitarist and singer-songwriter, has steadily built a cult following behind her smoky sweet voice and folk-blues tenderness. So much so that locals attend her shows in other parts, such as a recent Atlanta gig. Nationally, DeVoe has opened for such luminaries as Sting, Bonnie Raitt and John Hiatt."