The best thing about digging around thrift-store CD bins is discovering someone else's cast-offs. The records that people got sick of, or had absolutely no regard for how awesome it could be. Months back, a wife seemingly threw out her husband's entire punk-rock collection during routine housecleaning, and I found a trove of Sex Pistols bootleg discs and an inordinate amount of mid-'80s TVT Records releases. It was a fun and brooding ride back home.
This past week, I discovered
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Aftermath is not going to purport to know what the New York Dolls were like live, in their Thundered and Killer-ed heyday of kitsch and campy kiss-offs. We weren't even in Pre-K when Buster Poindexter was singing "Hot Hot Hot" on Saturday Night Live. But for chrissakes, they couldn't have been this awkward and stunted. (Thanks, YouTube.)
It can't be age, because folks like Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop are of an age when "one should know better" and they still look like
Photo by duluoz_catsRegretting having spent almost his entire life in Manhattan with nary a trip to the four outer boroughs, Anthony Bourdain took on the robust culinary scenes of the Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens and Staten Island in this week's episode of No Reservations. It seemed like a familiar problem, reminding me of what goes on in our town. Certain Houstonians unjustly malign everything outside the 610 Loop. If Bourdain found something to eat in Staten Island, we can certainly find som
