When I was a kid, this is what I assumed punk-rock shows looked like: dudes in leather jackets, tough-looking ladies with homemade haircuts. Check out the dude sitting up by the speaker cabs, dancing like his ear’s attached to one of the cones. Other people stand around, passersbys look bemused or confused. Someone hands out [...]

Monday I saw Mike Watt open for The Henry Clay People. That night I went home, dug out my Minutemen records, and lamented the fact I no longer own the We Jam Econo documentary DVD.  Here are a couple of acoustic clips. “We were fucking corndogs/We’d go drink and pogo.” Minutemen :: Corona (Acoustic) via [...]