Children of Earth, I have another video for you. Yes, it’s true that I try my damnedest to make sure I get you a relatively new video, and something so off the wall you crap your pants. Today will be no exception. I bring you Saul Williams and (what appears to be) his newest video: “Convict Colony.” If you don’t know Saul, you should know that he wins the loony prize for all of the artists we’ve covered so far...

On Friday night when the stage lights went up in San Francisco’s Grand Ballroom, a sold-out house whooped and cheered for a rag tag bunch of faux axe swingers in outlandish getups. The performers had come from across the country (some as far as New York and Maine) to show they were the best guitarists in the world—and they didn’t need instruments to prove it. While 24 regional air guitar champs each took their turns strutting their stuff for 60...

Holy hell it’s been a long time since I posted one of these. I can’t exactly tell you why, but at least I have been collecting mp3s during my absence. And I’ve actually found some pretty nice gems mixed in with the songs that have been clogging the blogs as of late. Songs like Kristoffer Ranstam’s “Swing That Tambourine” and my personal favorite discovery of the past month or so: “Nowheres High” by Parts and Labor. Who the hell are...

As I walked into a packed Fillmore and took one look at the condition of the crowd, I could see that this was indeed was going to be "The Most Extreme Tour of the Year." The kids looked like they had already been through hell and back. They were hot, smelly, sweaty and drunk, and it was only 6pm. And although three bands had already played, there were still six bands to hit the stage, and it was painfully obvious...

Holy hell it’s been a long time since I posted one of these. I can’t exactly tell you why, but at least I have been collecting mp3s during my absence. And I’ve actually found some pretty nice gems mixed in with the songs that have been clogging the blogs as of late. Songs like Kristoffer Ranstam’s “Swing That Tambourine” and my personal favorite discovery of the past month or so: “Nowheres High” by Parts and Labor. Who the hell are...

Better late than never, right? I’d explain all that’s happened in the last two weeks that has prevented me from reporting this in a timely fashion, but this isn’t a pity fest. Let’s just say it involved a forgotten notebook, 48+ hours in an airport and a Thai wedding dress on this very white girl. So I’m late, and I’m sorry (especially to Raymond, who is perhaps the most hardcore of us GC writers/photographers), but don’t think that means I...

Forgive the cynicism, but the Celtic punk craze came and went into the good night a couple of years ago. It sounds harsh and the fans remaining will probably threaten to grace my groin with a well-placed soccer place kick for saying it, but with the Dropkick Murphys uncharacteristically silent (as are many of the UK bands, and The Mahones are content making themed compilations these days) and Street Dogs are sticking to street punk, there aren’t a whole lot...

Listening to the radio on any given day this week reveals what fans of the genre have feared was coming for a while: pop punk is dead. Those bands once allied with the genre that are still together have moved on and are now either getting political (like Pennywise and Green Day) or have broken up. It’s not cool to write a good song about a girl anymore apparently. Thank god no one told Lagwagon. Back after three years, the...

There are some things that bands do in the span of their careers that – no matter how you look at it – are simply beyond comprehension. If one looks at it objectively, it happens all the time; outside of the current deluge of major label acts recently ditching their major label distribution deals (including Radiohead, Nine Inch Nails and, most recently, Paul Westerberg) and electing to do it for themselves, about thirty-three years ago Lou Reed confounded both critics...

Have you ever had one of those moments where you have no choice butt to simply stop, stare and marvel at your luck? An example would be driving late on an icy winter night, losing control of your car and doing a 720-degree spin across three lanes of highway only to skid unstruck to a stop on the soft shoulder. And, if that wasn't enough, you then discover that you have a front row seat to witness the same thing...