Spoon -- Transference

  Stereotypically mediocre Indie Rock album by, a band I usually like, Spoon.  Luckily I saved my evening with Neil Young's Unplugged, which was great, proved that the man still had it!

R.L. Burnside -- My Black Name A-Ringin'

  Another almost undiscovered American blues legend, R.L. Burnside, and frighteningly, who knows how many of these characters are sprawled across US, who lived and died like folk hero's, never recorded.  Luckily, sometimes, someone out there has an opportunity to capture these unique talents, and My Black Name A-Ringin' is just one of those moments.

Jamming with Edward!

  What do you get when Keith Richards storms out of the Let It Bleed sessions protesting the producer's decision to hire extra guitar luminary Ry Cooder to beef up the numbers?  A poor man's Rolling Stones.  This record was never intended to be released, just a goof off session, a band killing time waiting for their lead guitarist to come back.

Nick Drake -- Pink Moon

  Nick Drake is the epitome of the sad-sack genius.  His songs are beautifully haunting and his guitar playing is perfectly brilliant.  There wasn't anything Drake could do wrong, unfortunately his crippling depression ended his career with this album, and eventually ended his life with antidepressants ... 

Beastie Boys -- Check Your Head

  This album marked a change in Alternative music.  Check Your Head put Hip Hop right into the freak scene, and it's the only Rap music, that I can remember, you could really listen to and keep your Punk Rocker street cred. 

Gorilla Biscuits -- Start Today

  I never really liked this band, or melodic punk in general, but Gorilla Biscuits's Start Today will always reminds me of my buddy's mini ramp we had built in his shed, which I liked to call the Shred Shed!

  Shred Shed didn't always have a mini in it, no no, in the time before I started going by to help renovate it to it's current skate state, it was a diseased ridden ex-chicken coop, luckily I wasn't around to help out for that clean up job.  Point is, what used to be a shitty, cold, dank, drinking spot, turned out to be, after a couple years and a f*ck load of dangerous team work, a radical skate spot where only old school will survive and you'll most likely hear Gorilla Biscuits pumpin' on his crappy and broken iPod speakers! 

*footnote: I'm pretty sure the mini eventually got torn out!

Dance Mix 93'

  So here I am living like a curmudgeon hobo for the last month, I've had the distinct pleasure of sleeping in various cellar dwellings, an empty apartment, and have been subjected to more poppy dance music than I have ever had in my entire life.  The main offender was Dance Mix 93, this music represents everything I hated about the 90's, while we were all getting high freaking out to Mudhoney, most people out there were listening to this garbage, and apparently to my new knowledge they still are!  I'm so glad I smashed my head on the punk rock instead.