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