Archive for the 'verse' Category

i got my lunchbox and i’m armed real well

Friday, April 11th, 2014

disregarding pretense and preening, there is perhaps no greater influence contributing to the continuation of the rock and roll experiment than the knights in satan’s service. certainly it was not the eagles that influenced a generation to rock and roll all night but what about they that erupted in the eighties and nineties? where is […]

the only band that mattered…redux

Friday, December 7th, 2012

not since tecumseh left the city in ruins has the city of atlanta generated the necessary energies to produce gentlemen that like smoke and lighting and make heavy metal thunder.

brother will kill brother…

Wednesday, April 9th, 2008

“people, i just want to say, you know, can we all get along?“ unequivically the answer is “no” if a fraternal bond is shared between your guitarist and vocalist while happening to be a black crowe, oasis or kink. again there be a “nay” if your brothers bee gibb whereas the deleos and maddens carry […]

all the art of imitation…

Monday, October 30th, 2006

isn’t it odd that a boy can be turned into this? how is it that franklin’s journey to tinseltown returns him as this? when is a king not fit for a queen but rather just bad company? sometimes family is not a fit substitute, but all of this probably makes sense when it is realized […]

we all know crap is king…

Saturday, August 5th, 2006

…and don henley should know, being in the eagles.

where in hell are you from anyway, private?

Friday, May 5th, 2006

“there’s a place down there where the heads are square” ah, the mess that is texas. when the lone star state is thought of, clearly at the forefront of that thought is retardation; the state of the union is strong as long as texas is executing and electing retards. if, as gunny sargent hartman duly […]

no, ace. just you.

Thursday, May 4th, 2006

is it to be believed that professor henry higgins has somehow transformed eliza blink-182 into a respectable musician? hardly…so who spiked delonge’s snapple? hasn’t anybody fessed up yet and let him know, “dude, it’s not you, it’s the drugs?” what else can account for the following grandiosity regarding his angels and airwaves: “[i’m] preparing the […]

watch out, the world’s behind you…

Thursday, April 27th, 2006

amidst the mad cabaret of divertissement that is the media saturated world erupted a ponderous sound of aspersions and aberrations, madness and machinations, unsoundness and sonance. the birth of nuova europa, midwifed by an eno, covered by a lillywhite caul, flood suckled and anointed with lanois, ushered a sonic examination of retrospection and hedonism, vacancy […]

the only band that mattered

Monday, April 3rd, 2006

“who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?” there is aural pleasure in viewing a martian transition. witness 21st century american ingenuity!