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Social Distortion at the Sonar Club.

I took another drive to Bmore to the Sonar Club with Hugh. Man this place is easy to get to, has descent prices for tix and good bands. The doors cracked at 8pm. With 45 min to kill, we stepped on over to Hammerjacks for a couple of cold ones. Back inside. First opening band...Bullets and Octane. Never heard of them or had a clue what they played. After 35min I was digging them. I want to hear their studio lp. Live wise they rocked. The singer had a swagger like Ian Astbury of The Cult. Hard drums, thick guitars, vocals like Danzig/Cult/STP sort of? Second band. The Dead 60's. Like a corpse that was buried in the 60's and rotting to nothing. This bands music stinks as such. These guys should be opening up the Dave Matthew's Band or like that. More painful than masturbating with a cheese grater folks... By default I'll go to see a band and enjoy their music, feel the music and with my diluted past of guitar playing; I enjoy watching what instruments they're pla

25 years of bullshit...

Whoa it's been awhile since the last post. Work, family and sanity have been taking the front seat. Last month I went to Baltimore to see Henry Rollins' spoken word...'25 years of Bullshit' tour. The Sonar theater/club near the Inner Harbor. New owners are drumming up biz by nailing down new shows and solid acts. Oct 26 in Social Distortion...'let it be me...' Not a bad joint. I would definitly go there again. Loved it. Front, center and 3 row back. Close to sweat on us, intense! Hank did 2.5 hrs of his content with the color and delivery that only a Rollins fan could love. Hurricane Katrina, el Presidente', Traveling the Transiberian Express, Military tour for our beloved soldiers, love and relationships. He had it all covered. The crowd in attendence ranged from obvious fans that serve in the military, couples, old heads(Me and Hugh), his shows draw all walks of life. The show drew to an end. He honestly thanks the audience. I remember an old snowbo