Subtle Bluntness

Some people are retiring FGF because it’s blog laziness.  I love laziness, so I’ll probably be the last one to keep the meme going.  Not that I’ve done it lately, but I’ll do it now.  I saw these guys, The 23 String Band, at Forecastle Festival on Friday afternoon.  They were awesome (and nice guys, [...]

Blame this one on PopFi and a road sign hacker in Stephens Point, Wisconsin.  Featuring the supposed-vocals of one Jack White.

At what point does a group go from “good for a comedy band” to just plain good?  Is there a certain threshold?  I don’t know.  I’m sure there is, but I think it’s something that can’t really be quantified.  I just know that if Here Come The Mummies didn’t sing anything, I’d still love this [...]

I can only imagine how many revolutions per minute Kurt is doing in his grave right now, knowing that R-Patz is going to play him in a Nirvana biopic.  I hope this doesn’t happen.  (Especially since Courtney is involved in the project in an official capacity, which means they’ll leave out the part of the [...]

I could’ve done this last week for Valentine’s Day, but screw it.  Any time is a good time for A) the mighty Rev. and B) a ride on the Big Red Rocket Of Love.  Plus, bonus trip back into the Original Cone Zone!  Can’t go wrong with that.
Let’s go!

Man, these guys can play the hell out of their instruments.  Like their brand of musical weirdness or not, they know what they’re doing on the fretboard.  Plus it’s great to see young(ish), hungry Dave again, if only briefly.  Plus it’s funny to see the band stop, then Les Claypool gesture to the audience to [...]

After a long, sleepless night worrying myself stupid about snow that may or may not fall during my commute home, I decided to say, “We don’t give a shit about tomorrow.”  Hey Suburbia.

Midwestern Songs of the Americas is a damn fine punk rock album, kids.

I’ve decided that, this year, I’m going to get into the Christmas spirit even if it kills me.  And if I have to be Christmassy, all you motherfuckers are coming along for the ride whether you like it or not.  That means tinsel, that means wreaths, that means poinsettia bushes, that means the whole nine [...]