Happy Interdependence Day, everybody! This is a cover of the Clash by the Children of Jack Acid.
Category: Punk
Tomorrow, at long last: a performance (and then some) by Mecca Vazie Andrews at A Rrose in a Prose
We’ve been begging, bribing, and blackmailing Mecca Vazie Andrews for years to come down and show the A Rrose in a Prose crowd what she is capable of! And at long last, something happened (possibly a change in prescription drugs?), and she’s given us a hearty “yes!” We don’t even know quite what she is […]
Gay Music Revolution Saturday, August 29!
If you don’t enjoy seeing giant cocks explain to you why the Screamers and Buzzcocks are in the same sticky stream of history as Ma Rainey and Lesley Gore and Schubert and Little Richard … then you are not fucking punk rock.
Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain coming to A Rrose in a Prose on August 16!
Gillian McCain and Legs McNeil are the co-authors of the internationally renowned Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk and the newly released Dear Nobody: The True Diary of Mary Rose.
Great photos from Burger Boogaloo 2015 (including some of yours truly)!
I think bands only let me interview them because they can’t help but look better in comparison to me?
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!
Sally Boozar R.I.P.
Somehow the email chain we had started with L.A. RECORD never completed itself, and she never did write anything for us. And she never came to A Rrose in a Prose. And she never will.
“DRAG QUEENS, RENT BOYS, PICK POCKETS, JUNKIES, ROCK STARS & PUNKS”
Every time I go brush my teeth, every time I go pick up my dog’s poo from the living room, it’s like I’ll be in New York in the early 70s with these gender-bending beauties.
How I Nearly Cried at the D’Orsay Museum
Luncheon on the Grass reaches out and grabs you by the scruff of the neck and says “holy fucking shit, this is weird and strong and wrong and bizarre, and you will take notice, even 150 years from now!”
My Three O’Clock interview is up on L.A. RECORD.
This one was a pleasure. Please read. -D. M. Collins
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.
David Markey – excerpts from We Got Power! at a Rrose in a Prose
It was a busy month for me, not just with writing, but with a lot of life stuff. I’m just now getting around to posting about our most recent Rrose, which is sheer negligence on my part, because these were some of the best writers we’ve had yet. It was particularly special to have David […]
my Turbonegro interview is up on L.A. RECORD
If you ever wondered what my interviews look like without my fascistic editing process, read this.