It’s a pretty sparse night tonight — Sunday, November 11th — in terms of shows, I’m afraid, but the one bright spot on the calendar’s extremely bright, as they go… See, tonight Fitzgerald’s is playing host to one of my all-time favorite bands in the whole wide universe…
I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I’m not sure how the hell it happened, but one minute I’m sitting here watching the munchkins open presents at Christmas, and I blink, and what the fuck? It’s April? Wow. It’s like the start of 2012’s just zipped past…
The more I think about this recent batch of reviews I’m writing for SCR, the more it seems like they are the serialized version of my memoirs entitled How I Incrementally Noticed That I Was Definitely Getting Older. It feels like those types of themes keep popping up…
It’s been a decade now since the last “real” release from California pop-punk icons Face to Face, since way back in 2002 with How to Ruin Everything, and y’know, I was nervous. It’s not a stretch to declare that discovering Face to Face’s Don’t Turn Away shaped…
