These days most people don’t own record players, but for those who do have turntables, or like to collect records, there was this event on Sunday. 154 more words
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To a lot of people, punk, whatever it was, upped and died in the U.K. between 1976 and 1978. I still remember an intricately gruesome comic strip on the great event: “The 36-month punkreich had kollapsed inna fiery ruin”–graphics showed a pile of twisted bodies, one with a syringe sticking out of its chest–and it looked like not a living thing would crawl from the wreckage. 1,066 more words
Let yer flips flop and find their way through the wet dewy grass where the darkness does not divert from your intense intent to invert the innocence of the fragrant flower that awaits you there in the back of the bus that was bargain bought with the peace of mind that the place you put it would never find the predatory pariah that squirmed and cussed and took what’s yours and made it mine in the back of the bus in the summertime and the August lust from the fireflies that flicker and flit and spark about in the summertime,
in the summertime.
Back in July, 2012, I was introduced to a young vocalist to schedule what was to be my first telephone interview. On August 22, 2012, I had the pleasure of engaging in a 90-minute conversation with this vocalist by the name of… 388 more words