Musicians get to live by special rules. Fuck, is that unfair.
The Rolling Stones were English guys who wanted to be southern-rock guys (aside from Metamorphosis, which is their most “English sounding” record), David Bowie was a choir boy from Brixton who wanted to be a ginger demi-God glam-Christ from outer space, and The Ramones were a bunch of idiots from Queens, New York who wanted to start a band without learning any instruments. And it was aaaalright (cue Lou Reed “Rock N’ Roll” voice). Continue reading
This is where I’ve been while I’ve been absent from Sound System NYC. Jet Boy Records is my label, and this is Love Bullet. NYC punk rock ’77 revival.
Arlene’s Grocery, August 27th
Lit Lounge, August 31st
Matchless, September 17th
I’ve always wanted to be Jack Black in the chalkboard scene of School Of Rock, the one where The Ramones’ “My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down” is playing, but I’m probably more suited as John Cusack’s Rob Gordon character in High Fidelity. Maybe it’s because I love The Clash much more than I’ll ever like AC/DC, but it’s probably just because I’ve miserably thrown myself around my apartment listening to The Velvet Underground a thousand more times than I’ve done karaoke to “Edge Of Seventeen”. Continue reading