But, still. DRUGS ARE BAD. Just sayin’.
I’ve been meaning to link to this for a while.
I still write for a few other places. One of these is the excellent NYC femme-focused magazine, Bust, for which I write a regular column, Everett True and his First Ladies Of Rock, a short consumer guide look at some of the fine, unheralded, female-led bands around. I’ve been on at my contact at Bust […]
Another group who’ve contacted me because of the Lust-Cats post. Shit, I ain’t complaining. There’s always room on top for one more nasty, stripped-bare garage band versed in the lessons of the blues wailers and a love for reverb. Two or three decades back, you’d know that these Provo dudes’ main source would be Monks […]
I know I’ve been slack keeping up this blog the past couple of days. Blame it on the aftermath of my PhD confirmation seminar. I didn’t go out and get drunk, far from it: just felt immensely tired. This Colarado lady contacted me after reading my Lust-Cats Of The Gutter recommendation. Glad that she did. […]
As I’ve stated before, I’m riotously easy to please. As I’ve stated before, you want me to hear your music? Send me a link to an MP3 or your MySpace page. Don’t bother your cute honey ass with money-wasting promo CDs and international postal rates. Lust-Cats of the Gutters will never be this great again. […]