As a youth, I was impetuous. I was deviant and a little cocksure. I was too smart to be caught.
Or so I thought.
We’d raise hell and shout and break things and act like we were tough. Listen to music way too loud and do things into all hours of the night.
Looking back, it was […]

My best buddy Lee and I used to get together and have marathon viewings of horror flicks and weird movies. I would invarably fall asleep first, but those were some of the best times I’ve ever had. Over the years (many, many years) I’ve developed into a horrible movie patron. I have attention defecit disorder […]

Friday is a good day for Dickies
Manny, Moe and Jack
I wish I could find “Bowling with Bedrock Barney,” but alas…
I remember MTV airing Punks and Poseurs and what a bonanza it was. Dickies, GBH, Afflicted, Whipping Boy. Awesome. We actually wore the VHS tape out, but we also dubbed it onto beta (yeah - BETA!) […]

“Punk rock has always been about the moment in time that it was created, and it’s never built to last. The fact that it has carried on for long sort of proves that the immediacy is a very vital ingredient.”
“As you get older your thoughts on any subject will expand, especially as you let things […]

It’s just not a good idea for old people.
The Boy (my son) decided that he wanted to try skating, so we went out and bought a deck - Indies, Spitfire wheels, new bushings, a Real brand deck, grip tape, etc. We even bought enough gear to spruce up my old Jason Lee Blind board, new […]

I was raised by hippies. My father claimed more beatnik status, and I can dig that.
He was a musician, blues/folk sort of stuff, and I was raised in bars and pool halls. It was a good childhood, but it messed me up, and in some ways, it screwed up my street credibility.
I was raised on […]

Last.fm (yeah - that’s the url) is really frigging cool. I’m sure I’m a little late to hop on the bandwagon, since I normally seem to be, but it’s a great free, legal service to listen to some great music.
Great, of course, is subjective. What I find great is generally considered horrible by most - […]

Ahh, yes. The joy of waking up the morning after a big show. Hung over and beat to hell. If your ears weren’t ringing and you could still walk without pain, it was a bad gig.
I can’t do it any more. Bad knees and hips from years of skateboarding and other nefarious undertakings leave me […]