Toking Heads
Who sold my generation? Boris the spider, probably Continue reading Toking Heads
Who sold my generation? Boris the spider, probably Continue reading Toking Heads
In which our hero admits he is a filthy mutt. Continue reading The Mutt’s Nuts
Red Fang are the first band I’ve got into through videos since, oh let me see, umm, Cameo, maybe? Stumbling … Continue reading Subsonic, Baby!
Out getting high on the back porch I sing to the empties and cigarette butts And I know that the … Continue reading Ladygarden
Baby’s got to know about the way I feel I got a heart that’s made out of railroad steel cold, … Continue reading Don’t Put My Love Upon No Shelf
Here’s one that’s got me properly fired up again, Neil Young Freedom, out in ’89, picked up by me in … Continue reading Both Barrels: No Irony, No Distance
What a difference actually sitting down and listening to an LP makes on your pre-conceived ideas of it. Sometimes. Well, … Continue reading A Bad Case Of Eightiestrebleosis
Howdy! As I gear myself up for re-entering the world of work again tomorrow morning I find I’ve been drawn … Continue reading Jackalope Season
I’m an obsessive collector and cataloguer of music, but you already know that. My records sit there all proud and … Continue reading The Shame of 1537