Punk welcome

Looking to exorcise your inner rock and roll geek? Welcome to the id of an aging, ex-hipster, 45-year-old father of three who can't decide if his motto should be "16 Forever" or "Living In The Past - Hold All Calls." If you're thankful that the recent "garage rock" revival is puttering out (besides, how can you revive something that never died?) and feel that the best music ever died when the hourglass ran out on the 70's, grab a drink and pull up a chair while this Detroit boy bores you to death with his memories of the good old days, like your uncle showing slides of his last vacation, and tries to force feed you his elitist opinions and album reviews without making you gag. An analog guy stuck in a digital world, I'll try to cover rock, punk, and glam in equal doses. If you still believe in the big beautiful noise that a bunch of ragged louts can make with guitars, bass and drums, stay tuned... Please send all comments, rants, and hate mail to mailto:[email protected]