Monthly: March 2012
Sometimes we enjoy things that aren’t hot, nasty guitar solos. Sometimes we need a break from all that. Those are the times when we troll the Interwebs looking for pictures of cute baby animals. Those are the times when we […] Read more »
All we really want in life is to hear hot, nasty guitar licks. And Eddie delivers– but without devolving into tuneless virtuosity.
It’s taken me a week to figure out how to get videos from my iPhone to other locations. This is an unfortunate side effect of remembering VH in the 70s. Here’s the first one:
I used to think that girls who cried at concerts were dorks. What the hell was wrong with them? Why the hell were they crying? I wouldn’t laugh at them; I would just wonder “what the hell?” Back in the […] Read more »
I’ll get some video up here tomorrow. In the meantime, let’s just recognize the one band I’ve ever seen that was classy enough not to put the audience through the bullshit making us cheer for ten minutes before giving up […] Read more »
I love the Beatles, but I never really understood the girls in the old footage screaming and crying when they were onstage. I get it now.
It’s fucking Kool & the Gang, bringing both noise and funk.
Pre-show at the best kept secret on Causeway Street: The Penalty Box. Not everyone fared as well as we, but that’s rock n’ roll, baby.
Here’s a good sign: I have an article to edit for a class I’m taking. It’s due tomorrow. I just opened the file, because I’m a procrastinator (don’t judge me) and the topic: Manuel Noriega. Former dictator of Panama. As […] Read more »