Friday, May 11, 2012
Fuck nostalgia, I need new noise.
Now that I’m a gentleman of a certain age, my youth is being
recycled and repackaged for me on a daily basis. Granted, it isn’t all bad. I’ve enjoyed watching the old band get back together,
shake off the cobwebs, and show the balding paunchy kids how it is done, son. Still, it is a little depressing to watch
your summer fill up with reunion tours.
Yeah, I’m excited that Sleep’s Dopesmoker is getting a proper release
and the band is touring, but that record was recorded TWENTY FUCKING YEARS AGO. Wouldn’t my time be better spent exploring
the vast expanse of the contemporary psychedelic landscape?
I remember laughing at the old farts lining up the Pine Knob
Pavilion to see The J. Geils Band. I felt genuinely bad for them as they
recounted The Glory Days™. You know, when
Geils played Pine Knob for a week straight in ’82. Up next, the tale of drinking two quarts of Michelob
in the parking lot and rolling down the hill—but waking up to Magic Dick’s 15
minute harmonica solo.
But am I any better than the toothless rockers recounting
the golden daze of yesteryear? Does riding
a bike to see my aging heroes put me on a higher rung than the guy driving like
an asshole up I-75 in his Monte Carlo?
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
The Lights Are On
Vulgar Display of Power
Monday, June 06, 2011
The Sacred Disease
She is dying for our sins.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Henry Hawk Learns to Fly
At the Mudai Lounge in Portland.
This song is for Zeta.
This song is for Zeta.
Fuck California
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Party at the Holidome
Cop Sex, the Best Sex
A Paper Tab Burning on Your Tongue
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
’75 Dodge Dart in Blue
A true icon of the rust belt with its 3.7 litter Slant 6 engine, 4 speed manual transmission, and a thirst of leaded gasoline, this blue beauty would soon be traded straight-up for an 8 input Mackie mixing board.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Drain the Pool
Push-push-push. Set-up (nervously).
Pop (awkwardly).
Mongo-footed Hesher-Girl (Heshette?) arrives with dog on a haggard board with wheels the size of monster truck tires. She doesn’t skate. Just watches.