I was super psyched to cover this 80’s flashback to the D.C. Hardcore Punk days. Last year RQ and I got to interview the man himself, Henry Rollins. The punk scene in D.C. was a big part of RQ’s childhood and musical growth and influence and will be forever relevant in music history. So when I discovered that there was a documentary being made called Salad Days and a 2 night show at The Black Cat, I knew this had to be covered.

Well, at lease for the music industry as far as I’m concerned. Stupid sheep, believing what the radio tells them to listen to, auto-tune mind control, mindless shite music everywhere! Thank eff there are still genuinely talented musicians out there, as for the rest of it, Dr. Queen prescribes an extra strength Enema! Shove it! Thank eff for School of Rock! Someone needs to teach these kids what’s up with real music! My son Cam has always played drums and I thought it was time for him to join Frederick’s School of Rock. I’ll be doing a more in depth story on this in the new year (if we get there).

Sitting down to write my Feb column I look at my calendar and see that I have no shows or interviews scheduled for Feb 2013. This is kinda nice; this will give me more time in my basement studio to work on my own shit which I have been neglecting terribly. It’s the same feeling I get when I haven’t sketched or painted a picture for a while. I get moody, irritable, jumbled brain ache symptoms.  I call it “creative blue balls”, and damn mine are about to burst!

Who am I? What am I doing here? Where's Ally? Well, I'm the biggest Melvins geek that Ally knows, so when Shockwave Magazine told her they scored an interview, she asked if I would do the write up. More than happy to oblige! My biggest fear was that I would go too Fanboy on them, but I think I did a respectable job of containing myself. I thought that we'd probably get about 10 or 15 minutes with Buzzo and Dale, but we talked to them for nearly an hour, and still there were so many questions left unasked! Still, I am beyond grateful for all that we did get to talk about, even if the answers weren't always to the questions posed – I expected nothing less.