The Misfits are playing tonight at the Orange Peel, and I won’t be going. I used to love The Misfits, and I still dig what they do, but it’s just not same.
They’re without Glen Danzig, and honestly, without him, it’s just not The Misfits I grew up with. Jerry Only is appropriately named, it turns […]

Why is it that foreigners seem to make better punk?
These cats are from Sweden, and they’ve made a couple of the most listenable and aggressive albums in the past few years. They’re fixing to come out with a new one, and I’m waiting with bated breath.
So, for your consideration, I submit “Hate to Say I […]

Fugazi’s “13 Songs” is possibly one of the finest post-punk records of all times. “Burning Too” and “Waiting Room” are classics in my book. Then again, my “book” is also filled with some lame crap - but at least I have some things in there that make me sound cool.
You’ve got the angst, mixed with […]

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!) […]

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 […]