Eat sh**, fu**in’ metalhead. Punk lives. 2016. Punk lives in 2016. We’re gonna bong some beers, and when we run outta beers, we’re gonna sniff some nitrous, and when we run outta nitrous, god da**it we’re gonna break into our little brother’s stash of Elmer’s glue… anything, anything to make us forget that Donald Trump […]
Brrr!!! Gettin’ toward that blustery part of the year again, time to fire up the VCR. Er, DVD player. Er, Blu-Ray. Er, Smart Phone. Er, manufactured back of a dragonfly’s exoskeleton, depicting pristine, panoramic quality. Gather ‘round and cozy up, and don’t laugh too hard (hey, it ain’t freakin’ Jerky Boys). .. 25 Face/Off This […]
Pat Benatar – “Heartbreaker” Apparently they were serving coke in the school cafeteria where Pat Benatar went to high school, and not the kind you drink — sort of like listening to a screeching weasel with no sense of climax. Big Sean – “I Don’t Fu** with You” feat. E-40 E-40? Are you in there? […]
Alone? Hell, yeah, I feel alone. I’ve come into this cafe wearing flannel every day for the last three weeks. And I always stare at that brunette barista over there, who’s continually polishing the kettles, she never even turns her head around. Her? Yeah, she’s tattooed, too. Real tortured. I once tried to read her […]
10 Toad the Wet Sprocket – “P.S.” . I am stockpiling hated bands. I once heard this dude in the grocery store, this dude I was working with, say he hated the song “Walk on the Ocean,” when it came on. Who the fu** would say this, who would fu** with Toad the Wet Sprocket? […]
It’s funny: sometimes these things just jibe in lockstep like this. I’m from northern Indiana, and most of my extended family is from Michigan, where yes, you can see Confederate flags flying upon certain edifices and… mobile edifices. I started thinking of southern rock as a sort of subtle genus, though, for some reason, and […]
.. 10 David Essex . It’s music. You can do whatever you want. But what does it all MEAN? These problems were clearly at the forefront of David Essex’ mind in 1973, when he hired Jeff Wayne to initiate the spellbinding, self-defeating mania of Rock on, and said album’s famous titled track. With production nods […]
So you need Frank Zappa in your life like you need a hole in your head or a third tit. You told Grant on the phone, he told me. I guess that would explain his absence from Pitchfork lists, and the general antipathy toward him surrounding clusters of upwardly mobiles. The question is, do you […]
Ya know it’s funny, I got a weird feeling while I was compiling this list in honor of Pearl Jam’s 1,000th concert: it feels strange to do a list just on them. Because they are SUCH a band of the community. They are a group of people, for the people. They stuck up for working […]
This U2 biography came out a couple years ago, to surprisingly little notoriety, or acclaim. I even read The New Yorker with decent regularity, and I didn’t see any mention of it in there. Anyway, it’s made for a fairly enjoyable read, and it definitely dispels certain myths a lot of people would feel going […]