actually to revise. my wife fed lux interior a pain pills during a cramps show. he gyrated his pelvis right in her face all through the night. I’m protective of my wife but also it’s lux interior… so I’d probably let him violate me if he wanted. not my place to stand between rock and roll and common decency.

Jay Reatard live at Robs House. a random basement in East Atlanta that could hold about 50 people but would pack in 75. the set was probably only about 25 minutes but I’d never been more frightened in my life. the only lighting was lightbulbs hanging down which jay would seat with his headstock. after that I guess any monotonix concert… if you’ve never seen them live then you just don’t know what primal rock and roll is.

When my parents told me I couldn’t see The White Stripes in Edmonton during the northern lights tour with my brother, because it was at the Shaw (the Shaw is general seating only and I was only 12), I cried as if my first love had broken up with me. So I sat in the parking lot with my parents waiting for my brother to come out of the show. As I’m sitting there I asked me dad if he could walk me around the venue so I could hear the muffled sound of The White Stripes seeping out of the venue. As we were walking around I witnessed my first mugging. Three guys beat another guy for his belt, wallet, chain, and shoes. Although it really frightened me to see that happen to someone, the feeling of missing the white stripes hurt much more. I currently have my brothers ticket stub to that show framed in my room and when people ask I lie and tell them I went.

I was invited to a nice dinner by some well-to-do friends, of which I was told, a Mr. Jimmy Page would be attending. I walk into the dining room and am waved by my fair friends to an empty seat beside (gulp) Mr. Page. He’s in a swell chipper mood; laughing and including me into the conversation a good deal. And suddenly I am bothered by an increasingly urgent need to go poop. He discovers I took a cab to the dinner and that our accommodations are in close proximity, and so gallantly offers to share a cab home after the evening’s festivities. I stall as much as I dare, but things as they were, were coming to a head rather quickly, so I made to excuse myself and hurried down the hall seeking a water closet. As I walk on, I woke up. True story. Stupid poop ruined of what could have been a really awesome dream.

I split my tight vinyl pants getting pulled on stage at the Viper Room on my 21st birthday. I was consoled (and whatnot) by Vince Neil, who was there celebrating a divorce. I win?

Truth #1: I have most all of my ticket stubs from all the concerts I’ve been to. My first show was Sha Na Na with Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks and a local band in Lincoln, NE , Pershing Auditorium. In the 80’s one year, I went to at least 52 shows. At the time I was working for a record store. Used to take in double-headers (same artist 2 shows in one night. Stop guessing 50 years of concerts!!!

For me was just playing a show at St. Andrews circa 2002. We weren’t shit, just a local band that got to do what they love for a little while. What was really awesome to look out on the crowd and witness people enjoying music that we wrote. Music that rehearsed and prepared. It was my “Rockstar” moment. Just to watch that what we wrote moved people will always mean a lot to me. Sometimes it’s the little things.

Good to see your grimacing mug again

Saw the Stones in ‘89 supporting their album Steel Wheels while I was still in high school. We joked how the Steel Wheels were in reference to their wheel chairs because of how old they were. It’s 30 years later and they’re coming around again… Hail! Hail! Rock ‘n’ Roll; what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.

so my high school has a variety show every year and most acts are fairly tame. However, as a guitar player I felt the need to do something about that. after an acoustic cover someone did, and an acapella performance, I went on stage with my drummer friend. we chose to play a cover of wasted and ready by Ben Kweller and went on stage while creating an absurd amount of feedback and drum noise. Long story short, by the end of the 3-4 minute song, my hands were both bleeding and both pickups in my guitar were about to fall out.