It’s quite fashionable to criticize the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s annual inductees, and I’m nothing if not fashionable.
The photo above was taken by grandfather during World War II. If not for the fact
My granddad took that photo. I’m not sure where and when, but
Perry Farrell had a new band, and they were playing in the desert outside of L.A.
Cover albums are usually throwaway novelties. Not so with Rage Against the Machine’s Renegades.
I am overwhelmed and stressed out. Diffuser and Loudwire commitments over the next few days leave me virtually no time for anything else.
Bombing raids, what a terrifying thought. All is quiet, and then it’s hell on Earth. I can’t even imagine.
There’s a lot of talk about protesting religious oppression these days. Here’s what that really looks like.
I love old radios. That’s my ’70s-era Fleetwood in the photo — ain’t it cool?
Brad Wilk from Rage Against the Machine plays drums, and that isn’t even the most interesting thing about the Last Internationale. Seriously, check them out. For more on Aftershock, check out my […]