Monthly: March 2012
And now for something completely different…
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 »
Guitargasm
All we really want in life is to hear hot, nasty guitar licks. And Eddie delivers– but without devolving into tuneless virtuosity.
Girls who cry at concerts
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 heard you missed us…”
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.
“Hot shoe burnin’ down the avenue”
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 »
“Got nobody waiting at home”
In spring of 1982 I was almost 8 years old. That would have made my cousin 16, and, because I didn’t have any older brothers, he made it his mission to educate me about music. My grandmother took care of [...] Read more »