Archive for the 'old school' Category
Friday Fleshtones
Did I mention they’re playing at the TLA in Philadelphia next Saturday?
Oh yeah.
Aside from The Bags, the Fleshtones are my favorite rock-n-roll band ever. And in that area, they’re actually tied with The Bags.
If you haven’t seen or heard The Bags, you are missing out.
Verbal Assault
Verbal Assault
I grew up on this music, and in fact went to high school with these guys. Good retrospective, and a great essay, “More Than Music” by Chris Jones.
I’ll write more about this later.
But in reference to my first hardcore show, here’s the flyer:
Good times. If you manage to get your paws on the [...]
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I Can’t Help Myself: Black Sabbath’s “Electric Funeral”
I can’t stop myself. This is AWESOME.
Geezer Butler was an enormous influence on my bass playing, a God.
Also, you get a good view of Tony Iommi’s self-made plastic fingertips. And of course, Ozzy resplendent in a white, fringed jumpsuit.
I Can’t Wait Til Friday
Dio: Stand Up and Shout!
HI!!!!!
Tom Paine Died Here.
Thomas Paine Died Here.
This site is awesome, and brings back very old memories, especially this exploration of hidden cemeteries.
Like my parents, I was born in New York City: we left by the time I was 3, when my father got a job at IBM. My grandparents on my mom’s side, Fred and Frieda, had [...]
Friday Fleshtones: Beautiful Light
bonus clip:
Holy Diver, by Ronnie. James. Motherfuckin’. DIO.
Tell me you’re not banging your head to Ronnie’s soulful gibberish.
He’s got the sword out too.
Update: I fucking LOVE the cardboard cutout demon, almost as much as the flames behind Ronnie-as-Conan.
Am I being snarky? yeah a little, but it is true that I totally love Dio. I [...]
President 6th Grader
When I was in 6th grade, my best friend Scott and I would ride our bikes out the giant sand pile across the street from the landfill by the Connell Highway rotary (what people in New Jersey and Pennsylvania call a “traffic circle” and what the British call a “roundabout”), where we would race our [...]
Read More..>>It’s Kelly Bray!
One of my best friends in high school was a whackjob named Kelly Bray, described by my mother as “a big pudding of a boy.”
I hadn’t seen Kelly in years until Matt Paddock, the guy who sent me reeling last week with an out-of-the-blue myspace friend request, sent me this shot of my old pal, [...]
Friday Night Fleshtones
Wendy, don’t watch this. The flashing colored lights will give you a seizure for sure.
Seeing Zaremba THAT young is mindblowing.
