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Sarre-Chasm – Ruminations on the ? Reunion – Column

April 1, 1998

Today a genius, tomorrow a has-been, who, if lucky, will end up as a “Who was” question on Jeopardy!, or the subject of a where-are-they-now feature.

Sarre-Chasm – That’s When I Reach For My Wallet: The North-By-Northwest Festival ’97 – Column

March 1, 1998

The Austinites had a hell of a concept when they franchised the rights to SXSW’s ugly kid brother, North-by-Northwest, to the local hip set up here in Portland.

Sarre-Chasm – It’s Not Such A Wonderful Life – Column

December 1, 1997

“Forecasting is predicting the downward trend in (looks at chart on desk) “grunge (sic) derived rock (‘hard rock’ sub-heading 2B)” to continue.”

Sarre-Chasm – Taking Stock Thus Far – Column

November 1, 1997

Music makes the world livable, and good music can make this often metaphorical and occasionally literal garbage heap much more so, ‘cept it’s a bitch to find.

Sarre-Chasm – A Letter to my Local Radio Programmer – Column

October 1, 1997

Tell me, Mr. Rock Authority, does Live Really Rock? Filter? Does anyone on the fucking planet “Unplugged” Really Rock?

Sarre-Chasm – Night Of The Living Old People – Column

September 1, 1997

I recently saw Saccharine Trust. It didn’t matter that Brewer’s gut is as prominent as the madness in his eyes or that Baiza is shrinking, they sounded great.

Sarre-Chasm – Waiting for the Bubble to Burst – Column

July 1, 1997

Indie labels used to vary in size, scope, and distribution, but they did lots of the dirty work required to keep rock’n’roll alive until the majors stepped in.

Sarre-Chasm – Hypo-Critics – Column

June 1, 1997

Pat Boone really gets under the thin skins of those who make their living writing the history of rock’n’roll. It was those Little Richard covers…

Sarre-Chasm – May Flowers Killed My Dog – Column

May 1, 1997

The Heartbreakers L.A.M.F. : The Lost ’77 Mixes – I don’t know quite how lucid Thunders and Nolan were at the time, but they sure fake it well.

Sarre-Chasm – Calling the Kettle Black – Column

April 1, 1997

Don’t be fooled, Gibby Haynes woulda sold his soul to sniff the pussy of an MTV VJette a decade ago if only one woulda given him half a chance.