The best foil in a story is one under the perfect contrast, it’s opposite. A white bold text shows best on a black canvas. On Sunday night, on a cold bitter night, an audience waited patiently, dispersed murmur. A rather coy man walked up to the mic, calmly introduces...
When asked to describe Henry Rollins, what may come to mind? If one is measured by their actions, Rollins is an encyclopedia. If one is measured by their beliefs, he is a religion, of course, without the years of institutional oppression. Hell, if one is measured by...
I entered the parking lot through the exit, confused by the identical entrance signs, but still a little early. This was my first musical review, and I had no idea what kind of atavistic spectacles lay in wait for me. But what better way to pop my fucking cherry than...