Besides finding a great double live Harry Belafonte record, I happened upon a couple of original Beatles records, both for the low price of two dollars each.
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.
The limo ride must have lasted an hour. We drank champagne, vodka and some minty shit that Christian didn’t like. Plus, we got real stoned from that joint.
Whether it’s Yugoslavian rap, or Finnish ska, I’ll keep you posted on all the happenings that are bound to eventually filter down to your gutter culture anyway.
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.
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.