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Every Peter song ever from the Monkees

Would I ever be willing to become a Furry? For Peter Tork, I would!

Just a reminder: Beach House are thieving scumbags.

We’ve talked about this before. But let us NEVER forget!!! In the very early 70s, a lovely, ramshackle folk trio called Tony, Caro and John released a very rare album with this song on it. It’s one of my faves: Decades later, the then up-and-coming band Beach House took that song’s ENTIRE lyrical and melodic […]

WORDS plays Chinatown’s Chung King Road tonight.

We look forward to seeing you all tonight. Notice that Ruthann Friedman is also playing–in Chinatown, no less! Let’s hope it rains.

WORDS “Earwig” Cassette Release Party w/ Guy Blakeslee, KERA, and Jessie Jones. April 19 at Pehrspace!

Instrumentally they’re a force in their own right–but when fronted by DM Collins (poet, TV star, and L.A. RECORD ne’er-do-well) they will scare you into forgetting everything you thought you knew about live music. And as an added treat, they’ll be accompanied by Stephen Kalinich, the only poet ever produced by Brian Wilson, and the unofficial 8th member of the Beach Boys, who wrote songs for such albums as Friends and 20/20.

Kim Fowley Story #1

I took the Cherie Currie album and walked right out the door, right up to Kim Fowley, and I pushed it in his face, interrupting his conversation, and I said, point blank, “Did YOU rape her?”

Maniac – “Party City”

When I’m not cowering in fear of growing old in this gaping void of a universe that gives nothing back except wormholes of unanswerable questions that burrow down into a gaping hole of indifference, I also like to appear in music videos!

Sleeping Through Work

Maybe part of it is that I have a strong female side, and don’t associate with a lot of the rough-and-tumble of my male author counterparts. And maybe part of it is that I simply like women and want to hear stories about them, even if they’re coming from me. In this case, though, I can use Amy’s photo as an excuse, because this boogie-ing gal clearly needed a narrative.

I apologize for the review I am about to not write of your latest album.

Somehow, I’ve wound up being a person who stays up until 5 a.m. playing cassettes in a little boombox, worrying about whether I know enough about grindcore or 90s hip-hop or early R.E.M. to review the music I’ve been given.

my very, very long interview with Jimmy Espinoza of Thee Midnighters is up at L.A. RECORD.

Read it here. -D. M.  Collins

My Three O’Clock interview is up on L.A. RECORD.

This one was a pleasure. Please read. -D. M. Collins

In 2008, Voxhaul Broadcast called me a “tard” and told me to “suck their dick.” Five years later, they still have no soul.

Sad to say, in the past five years you haven’t done anything to prove you’re not still talentless, unimaginative hacks barely hanging onto your Nicolas Sparks soundtrack gigs because you’re halfway cute and have a good agent.

my babies do good sculptures, yeah.

In my youth, when I was on a limited budget and you couldn’t hear whole discographies for nothin’ on the internet, this song by the Rezillos was the tune that made me realize, hey, this is what I want, and I should go out and look for it.

DUM DUM Issue No. 3 party this Saturday …

ATTEND! Listen to readings by authors, real authors, people souls haven’t left their bodies and swum down the snaky pipe at the base of their own toilets rather than cling to the monster who birthed them.

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