How to grow a punk band: play basements, record with Steve Albini, impress Garbage.
If there were a “right way” to make it as a punk band,
Screaming Females would be a prime example. Being from New Brunswick,
N.J.—a bona fide Mesopotamia of the East Coast DIY scene—cert
Dear 13-Year-Old Pete,
Hey there. Your future self here, writing from the year
2013. Before I cut to the chase, I’d like to congratulate you on making
it through the summer of 1997 without obta
Thirty-year-old former emo kids still haven’t found it in
their hearts to forgive Weezer for its last decade of music. Many fans
threw 2001’s Green Album under the bus for being a bombastic
128 bytes and 35 years later, people are still making new games for the Atari 2600.
One summer day in 1989, my family found
an Atari 2600 at a yard sale. Even then, it was a wood-paneled relic of a
simpler time, before slap bracelets or mutated turtles. My parents were
A conversation with guitarist, vandweller and temporary Earth person Sam Zurick.
Imagine being in an emo band in the Midwest circa 1998.
This was a time before iTunes, before MySpace, before Napster, even. If
you had any aspirations to graduate from the local basement scene to
I get booted from a beach town by the cops and give deep thought to the van plan.
Is this what a tsunami feels like? That’s
what I thought as I awoke to find my home violently rocking back and
forth. I cursed myself for not paying attention to the tsunami
evacuation route s
A crummy 12 hours spent in front of some phony’s house.
Movie Reviews & Stories
Around my fourth hour of staring at a nondescript ranch
house in the foothills of Mount Tabor, my mind begins to wander. My
laptop picks up an errant Wi-Fi signal from one of the neighborhood’s
How Portland’s hardest-working stoners created one of the country’s best tape labels.
Gnarnia isn’t hard to find. Just head south on Southeast
11th Avenue, until the smell of grease radiating from the Burgerville on
Hawthorne Boulevard gives way to bong smoke. It’s home to a un