The Muses Choose Broken Vessels

The Secret History of Rock n' Roll was a situation in which I told the editors I needed at least 100-120K words and if I didn't get it the book would suffer for it. 

Marshall Stacks & Rayon Slacks: 1979's Disco-Rock Dionysians

 

1979 was a liminal year, so it's only appropriate that musical boundaries would be breached by the short-lived but still-resonant Disco Rock movement. 

Yes. Punk is Dead as a Hammer.

This dude comes from my old neck of the woods and I could tell right away, on account it takes an old Masshole to recognized another. His vid here goes into how and when punk rock was castrated by the record companies, and turned then into a safe space for the kinds of weenies who wouldn't be caught dead near a hardcore show back in the day.

Everything lives and dies, that's just life. But seeing the corpse of punk dragged around as an amen corner for Big Pharma (and the Globalist cause in general) is just too much for this former punk rocker to stomach.

(Follow-Up to) 1982: Year of the Underwhelming Follow-Up LP

Well, three years ago I promised to follow-up on the post "1982: Year of the Underwhelming Follow-Up LP," but as usual my attention was captured by something else (which I can't even remember at the moment - oh, OK, it was Stoner Metal).

1980 on 45: You Had to Be There

In 1977, The Clash famously sang "No Elvis, Beatles or the Rolling Stones." Two years later their obvious yet unspoken agenda was "absolutely nothing but Elvis, Beatles and Rolling Stones," and tons of other old-timey favorites.

It's Winter, but it Feels like Strummer.

Today is International Clash Day, which was started by KEXP-FM to give middle-aged milquetoasts an opportunity to tell us how London Calling changed their lives, on whatever social media platform they're stinking up these days.