11 of Our Favorite Martini Ranch Concerts
Scottsdale's Martini Ranch is headed for the last roundup this weekend. As we reported last week, the Old Town concert hall/dance club/drinkery/hangout is gonezo after Sunday night as its owners are closing down the joint for good.
Three straight nights of live music are scheduled to transpire, however, before plugs are pulled and doors are locked -- including tonight's gig by Equal Vision stalwarts Saves the Day -- which serve as the final chapter to Martini Ranch's 19-year history of hosting shows.
And it's a history that's included some noteworthy musicians and bands.
Like the recently deceased (and much venerated) rock club Hollywood Alley, Martini Ranch had a stage that was frequently trodden up on by acts and artists of renown and a pretty epic pantheon of local bands to boot.
In fact, we could probably fill a pretty thick tome with the thousands of famous names from the rock, pop, indie, and Americana realms -- including such singers and outfits as Adele, The Cardigans, Grace Potter, The Toasters, Trashcan Sinatras, Portugal: The Man, David Bazan, Melvins, Hot Hot Heat, Metric, and William Fitzsimmons -- that have called the place home for the length of a set.
Along with local music fanatics and clubgoers, the scribes of New Times headed to the Stetson Drive spot to catch some of these memorable shows over the years. In honor of Martini Ranch's closing, we've reached into our archives and assembled a rundown of some of the gigs our staff has chronicled in recent years. And while this is by no means a definitive list of the venue's best shows (and is admittedly only a tiny sample of its lengthy concert history), it provides a snapshot of the sort of tunes that were on tap at the Ranch.
She Wants Revenge
Four hours before showtime, and Justin Warfield, the lead singer of the neo-New Wave band She Wants Revenge, has his hands all over some chick's panties. Okay, several chicks' panties, to be precise. Apparently, this is what some Rock Gawds do in their spare time. Um, you know, prep merchandise.
"Gimme me a sec, I've got to finish counting these," Warfield requests as he's thumbing through a big stack of red-and-black undies with She Wants Revenge logos on them, taking notes. "Really glamorous, huh?"
Reckon they'll be peddling the panties at the band's merch table. I'm not sure why Warfield's doing this himself out beside his tour bus, at the moment parked behind Scottsdale's Martini Ranch. Doesn't Geffen Records have, like, interns or groupies for this kinda scut work? -- Stephen Lemons