It’s quite fashionable to criticize the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s annual inductees, and I’m nothing if not fashionable.
Rock and roll, for all of its memorable riffs and heavy beats, is really a lyric-based medium.
I missed my Monday deadline: No true tale of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros for you this week.
Time to unload another one of the picture discs that I purchased as an investment because I was an idiot. I bought this one with my Starship Records manager’s discount. I probably […]
All right, I’ve busted out the Nazareth and Herman’s Hermits Frank Frazetta album covers, now it’s time to bust out the big guns.
Steve The Manager left Camelot Music for a bigger store down in Florida. Our new boss was a 24 year-old named Rich who sported cowboy boots and a poodle mullet. Almost immediately […]
If you could have one superpower what would you choose? The answers are as hackneyed as the question: I want to fly for the freedom; I’ll take strength for the invincibility; give me […]
On May 19, 1913, Igor Stravinsky debuted his new ballet, The Rite of Spring. People actually rioted, proving once and for all that ballet fans are representin’. That riot and the legal […]
Without question the biggest album of 1983 in Boiling Springs, South Carolina was Def Leppard’s Pyromania. Nothing captured the upstate zeitgeist like that album: mullets, alcohol, and big dumb songs about rocking […]
Are you still awake? Sweet Dio’s crucifix, I started rambling about junior high school nine months ago and you have sat there the whole time, patiently staring at my record collection while I […]