The Black Crowes: Afghan Rebels

It's late night in Dallas and the Black Crowes are partying in rock's most happening dressing room, an Aladdin's den of fairy lights, Afghan rugs and so many 10-inch voodoo candles that a roadie needs a butane-powered torch to light them every day. The group eats, breathes and dreams music, and although they've been playing almost non-stop since the sound check at four in the afternoon, they can't resist grooving to the ear-splitting sounds pumping out of their personal PA.