First albums I bought with my own money: In sixth grade, I found a comic book ad offering 10 cassettes for one cent. I ordered AC/DC’s Fly on the Wall, Def Leppard’s Hysteria, Aerosmith’s Pump, Jethro Tull’s Rock Island, Ratt’s Out of the Cellar… Those are the ones I recall.
“Wish I’d written that” song: “Man in the Litter Box,” a joke-song rip on “Man in the Box” that’s performed by local musical comedy act Night of the Living Shred. Shred rules!
“Wish I could unhear that” music: Would it suffice to say that I’m pretty embarrassed by my previous list of the first albums I chose? KILO-94.3 was my only friend.
Essential Friday listening: I want to hear punk and/or metal bands. I need a primal roar.
Essential Saturday listening: I want to hear rock ’n’ roll or blues or rap or jazz or jam bands.
Essential Sunday listening: I hope to hear great solo artists, all of which have been plentiful lately. Thanks to so many great promoters and musicians, the Colorado Springs music and touring band scene has been on the upswing, almost like a real city!
Artists more people should know about: The Peculiar Pretzelmen. They’re a voodoo-mayhem–stomp-rock two-piece from L.A., and they travel with several unique homemade instruments, including the “canjo,” which is a banjo made with an old metal film-reel canister. Also, the Voodoo Organist, who resides in the high desert of Southern California, where he owns and operates a hoodoo record store. He’s a good friend of mine, and has produced at least eight albums of gothic post-punk-blues organ music. Also, Richard Taylor from the Denver band Bolonium, who I recently sold my Roland AX keytar to!
Guilty pleasure: On that rare karaoke night at the Zodiac, let me sing for you an orgasm in the style of “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin.