IT ROCKS, IT ROLLS, BUT IT AIN'T ROCK AND ROLL

So here, as promised, is a sort-of review-slash-reminiscence about Eugene Chadbourne's show last night, and a similar show he did with Mojo Nixon a little over ten years ago, which got me into playing music in the first place. Now, Mojo's retired, I'm slogging it out, and so is he. God bless him.

Just because it reads like I shat it out over my lunch hour doesn't mean I -- okay, actually, I did. But it's still worth a read, if you've ever had an inkling of what the guy actually sounded like. If you're happy just knowing there are people who sound a little freaky and impressionist, without having any time for it, believe me, I understand.

Aaron and I really should start a zine for this stuff.