Updated 13 Nov. 2014.
Hello everyone, a sudden blunt cold front has finally crept south into ozone city, so a change of season can be felt. A few leaves are actually turning amber even as flowers bloom bright in ecstasy. If you would like to read an excerpt from my new, in-depth interview with Jello Biafra, iconic singer of the Dead Kennedys and longtime political rabble rouser, please visit Houston Press here.
For a review and pics of his show at the Continental in Houston, now my most “liked” story ever on Facebook, please click here.
Next up, I hope some of you may be able to attend the book event for Subterranean Hum, my new collection of poetry co-written with Peter Case, thrice Grammy nominated singer-songwriter and godfather of punk and power pop, whose bands the Nerves and Plimsouls stretched throughout the first and second waves of contemporary underground music, starting with key shows with the Ramones in 1977.
We will be gathering at Cactus Record on Nov. 10th at 5:30, free beer will be served, and we shall read portions of the sinewy, street-wise work and discuss my other book, Mavericks, which came out a few months back and features a dynamic interview with Case as well.
You can read my newest interview with Case in Houston Press here.
Soon, my interview with Italian hardcore pioneers Raw Power will be published by Maximum Rock’n’Roll, so I will let you know when it hits the shelves!
In the meantime, for an overview of Subterranean Hum, read Case’s ultra-energized back cover blurb: “The days pile up like snow drifts in Atlanta, & here we are—recombining & reclaiming the world from psychic & somnambulistic free-fall, one post-human block at a time: commuting on Interstate 10—winding through Exxon-lands Satanic Mills—learning to speak & see in the dark—driving with the lights on at noon in a Gulf Coast storm—writing in difficult circumstances—moments snatched ballpoint on three by five cards—seen from trains—planes—van windows & waiting room benches—throughout America, Australia & the U.K.—shared with each other & you for inspiration & to keep the words flowing—situations with friends & lovers—troubles & actions on the streets—who keeps the roads open if we’re shut down? who keeps the language alive if we go silent? Subterranean Hum proclaims pockets of resistance—coming up from under—scattered lights seen from the sky in the small hours—& nevertheless, was composed for KICKS!”