Froderick - I think we're musical brethren. Must be the D.C. in us...or encroaching old age. It is odd when my kids want to know what's worth listening to that's new. What happened to the generation gap? The kids I run into have realized what gets passed off as "Punk" now is actually more like Josie and the Pussycats. Put a picture of the pudgy Wally Cleaver-looking bass player from Blink 182 next to a shot of Sid Vicious, with blood running down his chest, sporting a freshly carved swastika. Guess who's the REAL mu'fuggin' junkie punk bass plonker. Nah, the Sex Pistols weren't the Monkees. Blink 182 is, though. It's amazing, I talk to nineteen year-olds who dismiss a lot of what the music industry hypes as the "new Nirvana". Kids these days are bound to whip out Bad Brains, The Adverts, 999, the Skids, Stranglers. It's good to see the originals like Cheetah Chrome get props. When Mission of Burma comes back after twenty years and starts playing and writing right where they left off at their peak, it makes the new breed look a bit lacking. Fuckin' awful, actually.
Fred Durst never hit the stage like G.G. Allin, within a minute of hitting the stage he had whipped out his Lil' G.G. for all to mock, jammed the mike up his ass, and flung feces at his adoring fans. Total time elapsed: under three minutes. Average length of a G.G. Allin and the Scum Fucks gig: 5-10 minutes. You got your money's worth.
Iggy? No one even tries to go near him. Iggy will be ninety years old and still able to dust any wanna-be off the stage. When he whips out Lil' Jimmy Osterberg's show-stopping crank in the middle of "Search and Destroy", all pretenders to the throne retreat in penile shame.
